Sunday, December 24, 2006

Christmas Love Letter


Dear Little Man...


Yep, that's your name. That's the most-used nickname. And I bet we'll use it for years to come, or at least until I have another baby that happens to be a boy. But don't worry, not anytime soon.

Merry Christmas Eve! Guess what happened tonight, two-thousand-some years ago? This awesome, awesome baby was born in this little bitty Podunk town called Bethlehem. And someday, he's going to play a very big part in your life. He already does, you just don't know it yet. Or maybe you know better than we all think, because you just came from there, so He's probably still fresh in your mind. I bet your Paw-Paw is still fresh in your mind too. But anyhow, this is your first Christmas. You got lots and lots of awesome gifts from everyone in the family.

Yesterday you wore your first 3-6month outfit. I still can't believe how fast you're growing up. Sometimes I just sit and hold your newborn clothes that don't fit... those super-cute outfits I put on you week after week... and I just can't let them go. But at the same time, I'm looking at all your 3-6 and 6-9month clothes, and I'm just so excited about you wearing them. It's just amazing to me that you're growing up so fast.

Last night you rolled over for the first time, from your back to your left side to your stomach. I'm sure it helped a little that you were rolling toward me in the bed, and I'm sure my massive weight was probably creating a helping angle for you, but still... you're reaching milestone after milestone. Before I know it, you'll want me to take you out of the sling and put you down so you can crawl, and eventually walk... and you'll walk around the house, then out of the house... into your first classroom then across the stage to get your diploma (hopefully)... then back down the aisle with your wife (or husband, who knows) and out of my life. All I can do is pray that, with all this walking, you never forget to walk back into my arms every once in awhile... because I know you need me, but the truth is, I need you, too.

Please don't grow up too fast. I already miss you and you haven't even started crawling yet.

Thank you for teaching me the value of time, especially of quality time... because I'll be spending as much of it with you as I can, before it all slips away.

Love,
Mama

Thursday, December 14, 2006

Today's subject: They shot you up today, baby.

Hey there, Little Man!

Today you got to go see Dr. H, which you loved... and get three needles in your legs, which you hated. I'm sure you hated it, because you cried in a way I'd never heard you cry before. I could have sworn that you didn't even breathe between the first and the third needle, you just had your face scrunched up and red with your mouth wide open in shock. But then you got two glittery band-aids, a yummy liquid shot down your throat (something to keep you healthy, supposedly), and the nurses ran out of the room. I swiftly attached your mouth to your breast (because they are not MY breasts anymore, no no no) and everything was okay again.

You're not stupid. You knew something bad was going to happen today, so you didn't sleep but for TWO HOURS last night. You knew that, if I was tired enough, I'd call and reschedule your appointment to a more appropriate time, and you could avoid the needles a little longer. But I won. I am half asleep here at 2pm, but I WON. And now you're good to go until mid-February.

You're really smart, too. We've developed a good system at home... you don't even have to cry most of the time for me to know that you want your nee-nee. And because of that, you usually spit up less. However, the general public doesn't know that.

I can see your "I want it" cues from across the room, but sometimes, people will say "No, he's not hungry, he's not crying"... well, if I feed you once you start crying, you'll spit it all back up. It's called air. This also happens when I'm in a public place, and whoever I'm with is uncomfortable with me nourishing you (see, honey, there are a lot of perverts in this world that think of breasts as sexual playthings and nothing more). This person will usually insist that I try a pacifier, or just wait until we are in a more "suitable" location. By then, you're usually howling, and I can't even get you to latch on right... not to mention a million more people are staring at the screaming baby.

The other thing people tend to say is "No, he's not hungry, he just ate"... Sure, you may have just eaten a huge meal, but sometimes you want a snack, or you're thirsty. Or, hey, sometimes you just want to use me as a human pacifier... you're not a big fan of fake pacifiers, unless someone warm is holding it in your mouth for you.

So I'm sorry for all those times when people wait until you're screaming to hand you back. I know what you want, and as soon as I get you I'll give it to you... whether we're in a tattoo parlor, the mall, a restaurant, or even church... we'll work our way back to the front pew so you can start hearing Bro. D again, and people will either learn to get over it or take a look at themselves instead... Jesus was breastfeed, too.

Well, you're asleep. daddy's asleep, Bug's asleep. I guess I'd better take this opportunity to catch up, eh? Just don't pull another stunt like last night... I promise, no more needles for two months.

Love
Mama, your all-you-can-eat-24-hour-nee-nee-buffet

Sunday, December 10, 2006

Monthly Love Letter: Month Two

Dear Boudreaux...

Yesterday you turned two months old. I know I'm a day late, but this won't be the last time it happens, so I hope you'll learn how to forgive good and early.

Something truly amazing has happened to you in the last month: you've come to LIFE! It all started on November 18th... Daddy, you, Aunt Bug, and I went to Atlanta to see your Grampy and Chio (who would prefer to be called "Aunt Chio" even though she is totally your grandma). You got passed around quite a bit, until Chio held you. I don't know what she said to you (Mama is German, not Mexican), but you gave her the BIGGEST grin! It was your first "responsive" smile... the first one that wasn't just caused by your tooting. The next day, you were smiling at everyone!

But it was about a week later that the really cool stuff started to happen... I was in the kitchen, getting something to eat, while you were in the swing in the living room. I heard this SOUND that I had NEVER heard before... it sounded like a screaming frog! I ran into the room, panicked that something horrible had happened to you... and you were just grinning at the Christmas tree! You were LAUGHING! After my heart returned to its normal rate, I realized that you were carrying on an entire conversation with this light-covered shrub. You have learned the fine art of communication, even if it is mostly with inanimate objects.

We also had our first few "assidents" this month. The first one was just on the changing table, and it got on the pretty green cover and the clippy straps. The second one was in the car, after you got done eating. This one was to your shoulders, on your feet and hands and ears, and Daddy and I had to cleverly clean you up IN the car. Thank God for the case of wipes in the trunk! The last one was at Aunt KK's... your diaper was super-wet, so I had opened it on my lap (you were fussing about it... or I thought you were). Well, it was just sitting on you, not velcroed, and I heard The Sound. I let you finish, thinking that it was all contained, then I changed your diaper (moving you DELICATELY) on a white towel. There was NO POO on the towel. NONE.
NADA. So explain to me, please, how I had MASSIVE AMOUNTS OF POO ON MY BRAND NEW KHAKI PANTS!? I had to strip down right there and SHOUT it all out.

Your "colic" has gotten better. You don't cry as much, but then we've been carrying you more (you know, like all those "third world country" moms that always carry their babies, and don't understand WHY American babies cry...). We think you might have a little reflux problem, because you spit up a little more than most babies. You've been sleeping through most of every night, only waking up at 3am to welcome Daddy home from work (THANK YOU).

And every morning, at about 8am, you'll wake up and start cooing to yourself. Daddy and I will look at you, and listen to you tell us about your dreams. You'll look up at us like this every morning, grinning and making all those cute little baby noises, and making us realize how truly blessed we are... even when you do spit up all over us.

Love,
Mama


post will be edited at later date to include pictures (dialup here at the moment)

Thursday, November 30, 2006

Boudreaux....



Way to go for refusing the formula! You caught me in a millisecond of weakness, but proved yourself a true BoobyBaby! I promise I'll never eat ice cream again!

And a happy first Thanksgiving (and Halloween, since I never posted those pictures)...

Love,
Mama




PICTURES!!!

Halloween



Napping with daddy on Thanksgiving


The family camping, Thanksgiving


Little Boo on Thanksgiving friday



Yes, it's posed...




And finally, Daddy and Baby swingin'

Thursday, November 09, 2006

Life lesson number 2: Second chances, forgiveness, human nature...


Today, while Jakob was napping, I got all excited and did a little housework (I'm sure Granny will be excited, too). I reran the dishwasher (it didn't do a good job the first time, grr), did some baby laundry, swept the kitchen, and vacuumed.

As I was vacuuming, I came upon two pieces of purple thread. Now, this vacuum cleaner SUCKS, in the best way possible, so they came up with no problem. But still, I was reminded of a line in an email I received a few months ago about human nature.

"Isn't it funny that we will go over one piece of thread with a vacuum cleaner FIVE TIMES, then pick it up and look at it, and THEN put it back down to give the vacuum cleaner OOONE more chance?"

And as I thought about this quirk of human nature, I realized the irony. Get ready now, this next line was a Big Moment for me!

Isn't it funny how, in this day and age, we humans have more faith in a vacuum cleaner (or other inanimate object) than other humans? How many chances do we give our inanimate objects to perform their tasks correctly (see above: Sunny REruns dishes in dishwasher), while giving fellow humans only one chance (if that) before giving up and labeling them as failures.

WHAT THE HECK IS THAT?!

Jakob, here is what I want you to take from this today.

Human nature says: "Fool me once, it's your fault... fool me twice, it's mine."

But the Bible says (as Sunny busts out her not-as-cool-as-Kris's-new-Bible Hardcover-Edition-Study-Bible):

Then came Peter to him, and said, Lord, how oft shall my brother sin against me, and I forgive him? till seven times?
Jesus saith unto him, I say not unto thee, Until seven times: but, Until seventy times seven.
(Matthew 18:21-22 KJV)

(and of course, I have to include the notes at the bottom, because they are SO cool)

'The rabbis taught that people should forgive those who offend them three times. Peter, trying to be especially generous, asked Jesus if seven (the "perfect" number) was enough times to forgive someone. But Jesus answered, "Seventy times seven" (the number of eternity), meaning that we shouldn't even keep track of how many times we forgive someone. We should always forgive those who are truly repentant, no matter how many times they ask.'

So Jakob... always remember... if the vacuum cleaner needs more than one chance to pick up the thread, Jesus says that you have to go over it 490 times.

Love,
Mama

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Monthly Love Letter: Month One

To my Boudreaux, aka Jakob...

On Monday you were four weeks old, and tomorrow you'll be a month old. Wow, what a month it's been! I can't believe I'm still alive!

From the day you were born, you were crazy wide-eyed. You just wanted to see everything going on around you, all the time. You could lock eyes with someone that was holding you, and follow them when they moved. But no matter who was holding you, you already knew Mama & Daddy's voices, and whenever we spoke, you would do everything in your power to look at us, even though they said you could only see 10 inches away. I remember one day specifically when Granny was holding you against her chest, and Daddy walked up behind you. He started talking to you, and you lifted up your entire head and turned it aaaalllll the way around and looked right into his eyes and smiled. Now, you're not supposed to be able to do any of that yet, so keep it on the DL, or the government might try to steal you for experiments. We know you can hold your head up for a full minute, and that you smile when people talk to you, and that you can push yourself up with your hands for a few seconds at a time... and that you've been doing it since you popped out, no less! But there's no need to spread the news, the secret's safe with us.



When we're here alone during the day, I don't talk to you so much. I didn't talk to the dog much, either, during his first few months of life... but as he started responding, I started having conversations with him. It'll come... but for now, I'm sure you enjoy the fact that you can at least have SOME quiet time... because when Granny gets home, she talks to you enough for all three of us! Maybe that's why you have trouble falling asleep at night... is she overstimulating you?

Speaking of sleep... Sleep, oh precious sleep... your first night home was horrible, because I AM SO SORRY, I DID NOT KNOW YOU HATED FOR ME TO DRINK MILK! But now we know. Your first three weeks were wonderful... there were even a few nights where you slept 5-6 hours at a time and woke up for just a second to eat, and nodded off again. But something happened this past Monday, and I don't know what it was. Once it gets close to sleepy-time (as soon as it gets dark), you start fighting. You have a clean diaper, you've just eaten or sometimes you just refuse to eat, there's nothing hurting you or poking you, you've been given gas drops and burped, we've rocked you and rocked you and walked miles around the house with you, we've held you in 20 different positions... and yet you're still wailing. You'll cry and cry and cry until Daddy gives up and rolls over to try and sleep. Then you'll cry some more. You'll scream and arch your back and kick your feet and scream some more... until I just want to scream myself and throw something across a room (not you, of course) and pull all of my hair out.



And then, all of a sudden, you'll stop. And you'll look up at me with those big gray-green-brown eyes. And I'll lay you against my chest, and you'll fall right to sleep. And Boo, feeling you fall asleep on my chest makes every minute of that screaming just fade away... and then it's just us there, with the sound of your breathing in my ear, just the way it should be. I don't know about you, but there's no place in the world I'd rather be...

Love,
Mama

Tuesday, October 31, 2006

Okay, y'all..


Breastfeeding is going well...


Family life is going well...


The dog is doing well with the baby... (pics of this coming soon)

And I will start the Dooce-inspired Monthly Newsletters when Jakob is a month old (Nov 9).


Love,
Boo's Mama

Friday, October 13, 2006

The moment you've all been waiting for... the labor and delivery story!!!


October 8 (Sunday)
11pm- My water breaks... and after 2 trips to L&D with false alarms for water leakage, I finally know that it really did break. It was everywhere. I left a trail from the bedroom to the bathroom and back. DH and I know that if we go to the hospital now, we'll get all pitocin'd up and lose our chance for a natural childbirth... so we go back to bed

October 9 (Monday)
5am- DH and I get up and he decides to call into work, since we will be going to the hospital. He and I leave and meet my MIL there.

7am- Got all checked in (no triage this time, I was sent straight to a LDR room!). I was told to walk, walk, walk, walk, and walk some more... and given until noon to make noticable progress. At this point I am 2-3. It takes them four tries and one blow-out to get my saline lock in (yay, didn't have to have an IV yet).


12pm- And I am at 3-4cm, so the nurse requests that Dr M not start pitocin yet. He agrees but I start and IV of antibiotics. I'm having regular, semi-strong contractions but I'm not in a lot of pain... but the birth ball is wonderful at this point.

3pm- I'm a solid 4cm, not enough progress so I start pitocin. Contractions get stronger and closer together, and (as we've all heard) don't follow the usual pattern... they are just all ON. I'm still smiling between contractions, but can't talk through them anymore. This is when the back labor really kicks in.



6pm- Dr M finally comes in and checks me... I am still at 4cm, which absolutely breaks my heart because I thought the pitocin would work and I would make progress (and considering the pain...). He then finishes breaking my water (why didn't he do this earlier???) and puts an internal monitor in. This is where labor gets horrible. I'm biting on washrags, and I can't get up and move around anymore (I'm all hooked up to stuff now). I'm on my hands and knees on the bed, but still making it through contractions. Of course, they're on top of each other now...

9pm- I finally ask for an epidural... the nurse offers to check me beforehand, but I decline since so far the checks have been worse than the contractions (even the rag-biting ones). SO, I sit up and the anesthesiologist comes in... and I have to go to the bathroom. I mean, I feel like I ate some horrible mexican and I had to blow it out... I tell them this, and they say "It's okay, you can go to the bathroom in a minute" (DH says they were giving each other the "uh-oh" look behind my back, but the anesthesiologist had already started prepping)...

9:30 Epidural in. And I slept through the epidural process, except the four contractions (they had some problems getting it in... I would never have known). I turned on my back, the nurse checked me, and I was complete... the anesthesiologist hadn't even left the room, he was still talking to me about what to expect!


10pm- The nurses had let me "nap" as the epi took effect (the first dose... they never gave anything more than that), and now I start pushing (because I REALLY feel the urge). DH had said he didn't want to see "down there", but when the nurse asked if we were expecting hair, his eyes were all up in there! We could see the head pushing, and it was hairy!

10:20pm- I am told to STOP PUSHING because they CAN'T FIND THE DOCTOR (they literally tell the other OB to stay at the desk in case I pop). They finally find Dr M and we get down to business. Of course, the epi does nothing here... so I am totally PISSED that I even have it.



Kris cutting the cord

10:46pm- POP! Jakob Daniel is born, 8lbs 1oz, 20 3/4". I tear a wee bit and get 2 stitches. This is the point where I'm happy to have the epidural, even though it's mostly worn off... because I CAN feel the stitching and the uterine massage, but I could NOT feel (Thank God) when Dr M "packed" me full of gauze... or when I realized that his whole hand was missing, and there was only one place it could be... after he is done, I fall asleep.





Going home on Wednesday

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Life Lesson Number One: Ice Ice Baby

Dear Boudreaux...

Almost a year ago, I went to a Thanksgiving dinner. I sat across from your Aunt Ashley, who was about eight months pregnant at the time. The entire time she sat there, she crunched ice in her mouth. Of course, being very sound-sensitive and easily annoyed, I wanted to strangle her, because I could hear the sound of that ice grinding against her teeth in the very depths of my soul. I wondered to myself, how the heck can anyone chew up ice? It just seemed so painful!

Now, nearly a full year later, I sit here on the couch... typing letters to you... and eating cup after cup of ice. Oh, the wonderful sensations as the sharp, cold, wet chunks splatter against my tongue and cheeks! Oh, the beautiful sound of contained inner violence!

And oh, the humbleness in my heart for making such a hostile judgement, only to have it turn against me in complete irony.

I'll be crunching on ice while I breastfeed you... and someday, even if you don't ever get pregnant (and make me rich), I promise that you will understand.

Love,
Mama

Signs of Labor - Is Labor Approaching?

Engagement

YES

Pelvic Pressure

YES

Vaginal Discharge
YES

Nesting Instinct

YES

Braxton Hicks Contractions
YES

Shivering or Trembling
NO

Diarrhea

YES

Early Signs of Labor Being Imminent


Mucus Plug or Bloody Show

YES

Rupture of Membranes

NO

Regular Contractions

NO





Yeah, so really... that doesn't say anything, does it?



I can just hear God chuckling to Himself at the impatience of His pregnant children. He knows when Jake is coming... but He's going to keep that secret to Himself!

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

More nursery pictures!!! (no real reading required, just looking)...


When do I get to meet my new little brother? Bobo and his Daddy and his Matching Furniture...


Mama. Smiling. We took a picture, so it'd last longer... since I won't be smiling until after Jake is born at this point ;)


The really cool Pooh mobile that projects stuff unto the ceiling!


The little door-sign thing that Mimi (Kris's Godmother's mother) made for Kris when he was a bebe.


Daddy's last bit of rebellion before his baby is born... the mohawk...

Daddy & Boston (Bobo), the loyal guardian of the nursery (see that face? It says, "I promise I won't let that cat get in here!")


The birds & the bees above the awesome curtains Granny picked out.


The top drawer... bibs, washcloths, burp cloths, towels, a few toys, hats, and ALL M.E.D.B.D. SOCKS!

Yep, the clothing drawer... I'm OUT OF ROOM... NO MORE 0-3 month clothing!!



The bottom drawer of stuff: blankets, blankets, blankets, and pajamas...

Note: since I know SOMEone is going to ask, the top drawer on the right has the diapers and wipes in it, and the cabinet has extra diapers and all the first aid/medical stuff, as well as lotions, body wash, and shampoos........


The view from Mama & Daddy's room


The corner: trash, diapers (the diapers are under the table, the diaper pail is that cool looking blue and white thing), laundry basket (currently containing the Boppy), and table... on top of the table you will find the College Fund Pig, a picture of Big Jake, a ceramic figurine playing guitar (which resembles Big Jake), a small ceramic angel that I've had since I was really young (used to be a 3 pc set, but hey, I was a kid...), a little picture of Aunt Bug, a little toy dump truck, a musical piano (from Holly, in hopes that this Jake becomes a musician, too), and Jake's First Shoes from his Granny.


The painting (still sitting in the crib until I frame it and put it up)


The Pooh stickers above the crib

The Cradle (in Mama & Daddy's room) with the bathtub underneath. Oh, and the doll inside.



God Bless this Precious Little One... (with Pooh bees coming out)
Below this is where the picture frame with all the family pics will be (wait a few days for a picture of THAT, we have to put it up).
It's raining... it's pouring... it's a SHOWER (or two)!!!

Yep, The GiGi finally sent me The Pictures, so I can finally post about the showers. Because you know me, I don't like to post much unless I have visual aids for all my ADHD readers.

Now, if Boudreaux's hiccups will STOP SHAKING THE LAPTOP for a few minutes, I should be able to post about these fun parties...

SHOWER NUMBER ONE: The "family" shower...

Thrown by Kailey-Bug and Lindy-Pooh in The New Room... September 2nd... with The One Things.

Let me tell you about The One Things... the Things which I still Crave weeks and weeks later. Take a swiss roll. Cut it into 2-3 pieces. Roll it around in powdered sugar. Eat with milk. Gain more weight than the doctor recommends. Then tell him where to shove it. Mmmmmmm.... The actual cake was good, too... (take note of the centerpiece of this cake, you will be finding it in future pictures... let's play I Spy!)


This was a "couples" shower, but I think men are afraid of showers (the party kind and the literal kind). However, my darling husband KRIS was brave enough to come (and forsake the first UGA game, I am SO proud!) and I let him open the presents as a reward for his courage.



We received a lot of awesome stuff, especially clothing. And more clothing. And probably enough clothing that we won't have to do baby laundry for the first three months of Jake's life (YAY!). For other expectant moms out there: I don't care how cute all those clothes at the store are, DON'T BUY THEM if you're having any kind of shower. TRUST ME. But man, those were some adorable clothes... I washed all the little socks, and I was so scared that the washer was going to eat them!


High point of the shower: when Kris opened the box from his mom that had his stuffed Pooh and Tigger from when he was a baby... and they cried... and cried... and cried... (you will see these stuffed treasures in the nursery pictures, they are on top of the changing table... check down a little bit, or wait until I post the next set of nursery pictures later today).

And another note for those with "fun" families: don't buy little confetti pieces... you never know WHERE they'll end up, and how long you'll be finding them there!!!




Moving onto...
SHOWER NUMBER TWO: The "church" shower

If you thought the FAMILY shower was crazy... you ain't seen nothin' yet! Just kidding... our church is full of wonderful ladies that are typically calm, cool, and collected... nothing at all like MY family. I'm not exactly sure who "threw" this shower (how do you "throw" a shower anyway?), so whoever did all the work needs to comment on here for credit. I just know that I showed up and it was great. This shower was on September 28th, three days after our trip to the hospital. Of course, the cake was awesome. Oh, but when during pregnancy is cake NOT awesome?! (And look Jake, you'd BETTER be a boy, now!)



This was the STUFF shower. As in, now that Jake has things to wear, let's talk about how to feed him and then catch and clean up what we just fed him (on both ends, mind you!). And then let's talk about accessories! Bath towels, medical supplies, first aid stuff, blankets (can't ever have too many blankets), bottles, bottle brushes, more bottles, lotion... you know, STUFF. Behind the Scenes stuff (because people in public see the baby and his clothes) that's absolutely necessary for your sanity and survival.


Of course, I have to make note of the awesome pre-shower activities... even though I will NOT be posting the toe-picture... my wonderful mother-in-law took me for my (and her) first pedicure ever... it was a little strange at first, since I'm not really a foot-touching-person... but man, I sure did get used to it real quick :) and I'd do it again in a heartbeat.


Oh, and the above is a picture of me being super-pregnant. That yellow box is a magic box of Boudreaux's Butt Paste... which actually smells REALLY GOOD. I will be using it in very tiny amounts on our Boudreaux, because it smells good enough to make me want to eat him all up, and I'm sure he'll already be cute enough to eat up!


Aaaand that's about it for the showers... thank you to everyone who came and partied it up... or even if you just came, or even if you just dropped off a gift and ran away because I looked so funny =D because LOOK AT THAT, I look like I'm about to pop... and who wants amniotic fluid explosion all over them?

But guess what, Loyal Readers? I'm going to stop writing on this post so I can post more NURSERY PICTURES. Fun fun fun!!

If I left anything out (any good details or significant events), feel free to comment about them.



Looove, Boo's Mama


Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Well, Boo, you've done it!

You sent us to the hospital last night!

Here's the picture I took of mah belly right before we left (just in case...)
36 weeks, 6 days...



And here's the story...


Yeeesterday morning, at around fiiiive AM, I felt a gush of fluid... I thought it may be a slow leak of amniotic fluid... so I got up a little later, got all the bags packed and the car cleaned out, and by the time Daddy got off work, he met Gigi and me at the hospital.

We got hooked up to the EFM... one annoying little pod for your heartbeat, and one painful little pod for my contractions (which were few, mild, and far between). Then the lady came and checked my cervix, which was 1.5cm dilated (woohoo!) and 60% effaced (woohoo!), but at a -3 station (boo). She also realized when she checked me that I was loooosing my mucous plug, because of the BIG BRIGHT RED bloody show :) . She tested to see if my water had broken, and her test was inconclusive, so Dr. G came in and did a different (more painful) test, which came up negative... no baby tonight!

They wanted me to stay for another hour and walk to see if there was any cervical change (which would indicate early labor), so we walked for an hour and 15 minutes, and nothing changed. I don't know if it was because of the walking or because of my hoo-hoo having so many pairs of fingers up there, but I had some strong contractions when we got home that night! After a few of them, they stopped, and Daddy and I went to sleep.

Ohhh, Daddy and I are so tired today! But now we know it won't be much longer... many women go into labor within a few days of a bloody show, and a lot of first time mama's don't dilate until they start labor... so maybe it really is the beginning! Either way, Boston and I are probably going to go for a walk to see if anything happens... IF I have the energy!

Just come on out, okay? We're ready! The bags are packed! You're done baking and I don't want you burning!!! =D

Love,
Mama

Saturday, September 23, 2006

Hmm...

So I've washed all the baby stuff

Vacuumed the whole house... twice...

Organized and cleaned our bedroom

Put new sheets on the bed (that was a hard one!)

Rewashed all the baby blankets and crib sheets (thanks, Bubbacat)... and then put that stupid crib sheet back on that stupid crib mattress.... :)

Dusted the living room, and Windexed all the figurines in there (about 5 million)

Pledged the baby furniture (ooh, it so shiny now! and the SMELL!)

Painted a painting to hang in the baby's room (ooh it purdy and it say BOUDREAUX)

Did a bunch of laundry again (I swear, Kris changes clothes about 200 times a day)


And I'd still like to:

Tell Bubbacat to find a new way to knock on the door... his scraping paws on metal just kills me...

Finish packing the labor bag (the only part that's done is Jake's part)

Paint our bedroom

Put up that ONE LAST FREAKING PIECE OF MOULDING that's laying across our bedroom floor!!!

Put up the blinds (this is a Kris and Granny covert mission)

Find some curtains and a curtain rod to put up in Jake's room

Put up that piece of thang above the A/C in the living room (this is a Kris job)

Teach Kris where his socks go (or else I'll find a place to put them, hee hee)

Get a multi-picture picture-frame thing (white frame) and put the pictures I picked out in it (about 15 pictures) (and then another frame for 3 pictures)

Find someone who will take Bo to the groomer's for a bath and nail trim WHILE I AM IN LABOR (and if they paid for it, too, that would be nice)

Stop making lists

GO TO SLEEP...


So I think I'll do that now, eh? As I (yet again) wait for Kris to get home.


Much love,
Boo's Mama

Monday, September 18, 2006

Jaaaake---

Did you know that your name is the number one most popular name in the US right now? And your middle name is the number seven name. Your middle name was almost Daylor, and sometimes I wish I would have went with that... I'm a big fan of the more unique names and spellings. I was thinking the other day that we should spell your name Jakob, which is how it would be spelled in most other countries anyway. But of course I'll have to check with Daddy first... and Gigi, to make sure that nothing's been bought with "Jacob" already monogrammed into it.



It's always interesting to know what you would have been named if you ended up the opposite gender... I think my mom said I would have been Charlie... or something... I'm not sure. I asked her a long time ago, and I'd really like to know now, but it's too late at night to call her. But anyway, in case you ever wanted to know, you would have been Kaia Donavyn. It started out as Kaia Dawn, but your Aunt Bug wants to use that name for HER first girl... so Daddy and I decided to let her have it...






I finally got around to taking my own pictures of your nursery. We still need to put up curtains... but other than that, it's finished. Every time I walk down the hall, I stop and look through your doorway. Boston already sleeps in it, ready to guard something, but not sure what it is yet (the expensive furniture, maybe?). But every time I walk by, I can't help but think of all the times Daddy told me about our Paw-Paw, and how he'd walk down that hallway and stop in the same exact spot, looking in on him... even when he was 20! So I can't help but wonder if, while I'm looking in, he's looking in right behind my shoulder, too. I know it wouldn't scare you... you got to meet him in heaven and spend a few days with him before you came to earth... and it makes me feel good to know we've got another set of eyes looking out for you. Big Jake is looking out for his Little Jake.


(BTW that is NOT a real baby... that's a doll)


I'll be 36 weeks pregnant at our appointment tomorrow... that means we'll be meeting you any day, but probably not until after 37 weeks. I need to get Daddy to take another picture of my belly... it's so fascinating to put them all next to each other! You were easier on me today than usual... maybe because I tried to take it easier today than usual... and I could actually breathe and walk around some.

I thought you'd like to know that gas is actually really cheap right now... HAHAHA! Well, when I first started driving, it was 1.60-1.70... the highest it ever got was right after hurricane Katrina last year, at 3.40 or so. Recently it's been sitting around 2.70, except the last two or three weeks because of ELECTIONS it's been 2.20-2.30. But it'll go back up right after all the formalities end. Our president is George W. Bush, who looks like a monkey and thinks like one, too. I'd assassinate him myself, but then this guy named Dick Cheney would be the president, and that'd be even worse. So us decent American folk that don't like Bush (58 per cent of the population) are patiently waiting for the next election... and praying... and praying some more....

But anyway, JD, it's almost 10. And that's way past Mama's bedtime. I'm just waiting for Daddy to get home. He went to a youth church thing and said he'd be home at a decent hour... but you know how these things go... you've already been to a few with us, and we NEVER get home early! So I'm going to lie here on the couch and watch the weather channel until he gets home... I have a feeling you and I are going to watch a lot of the weather channel once you get here, too... it's really some nice jazz if you listen to it.

Love,
Mama

Sunday, September 17, 2006

Yeah... I promised a few people I'd post again, since it's been forever...


Dear Boo-Droh

I'm sitting here with feet that are as huge as baseball gloves... whooo man... and tingly too. It's been getting rough.

Let me tell you what, Boo, you've been making these last few weeks really rough on me! Do you know how many times I have to get up every night to pee, with you tapdancing on my bladder? Well, I guess you're not tapdancing, you're head-butting. But anyway, I'm sure you know, because all of a sudden it gets a little brighter in there for a minute... and that's when I cycle through 20 positions to find a good one for getting up, then waddle to the bathroom in a half-limp (swollen feet, remember?), then sit on the toilet and pee (OH YEAH!!!), then cycle through another 20 positions to find a good one for wiping, then waddlelimp back to the bedroom, and try to GENTLY fall back into bed... without waking up Daddy. But you can hear what's going on, so you already know that I have to wake him up every time, because he likes getting on Mama's side of the bed.

We've pretty much finished your nursery. Wow, your furniture is awesome. It's so beautiful that I just want to climb in that crib and sleep in it. It was a present from your Pops & Gigi. Yep, they can't wait for you to get here, either! But anyway, Gigi decorated for you... and she sure is good at that kind of thing! It looks amazing... (pics are coming later). And you should see your big furbrother Bobo... he sleeps right in your doorway already, ready to protect you!

And hey, what's up with you not liking milk? For your information, I've been eating cereal and drinking milk for 15+ years... how dare you just come along and start making me nauseous every time I do it now! I miss cereal!!!

But anyway... you and I are about to lug ourselves to the bathroom and then to bed... since Daddy doesn't understand that when I say "I want to be home by 8:30" does NOT mean "But 10:30 is okay..." so you and I haven't slept for a few days. So hey, let's go SLEEP for a few hours!

I'm sorry for not writing often... it's just been a little CRAZY here lately! But hey... we have your cradle and enough clothes to last a century (if you'd stay newborn sized that long!)... so GET OUT of MAH BELLY!

This is your 30 day eviction notice. And I'm being generous.


Love,
Mama

Monday, August 28, 2006

33 Weeks...