Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Proof of too many clothes

Sam and Henry's current clothes (note most of this is Sam's old stuff for Henry)

bins of clothes that fit neither of the boys

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

too many clothes and toys

When you have your first child, everyone goes "ga-ga" over them. Nothing wrong with that, a child is truly a special event to be cherished forever.

Over time, you collect things. Over time, you think "we'll have another baby, so I want to keep this". And then, almost four years and two moves later, you finally have another baby and think, "where in God's green Earth did all this crap come from?"

I have FOUR bins full of clothing that doesn't fit either one of the boys. I have a large dresser full of clothes that fit each of the boys. Henry will NEVER need an article of clothing because, well, with Sam being on the smaller side, if Henry grows in the "right" season, he's set.

I have a closet FULL of toys that while we do rotate them, will not get the play time they should. After all, he spends 30 hours a week outside the home at school, so that's 30 hours each week that his toys get "ignored."

I feel guilty for wanting to get rid of toys and even moreso on some of the clothes. I mean, sure, onesies come in packs of 6 and really everyone uses them. But Sam has some of the ABSOLUTELY cutest outfits adn I can't wait til Henry can wear them. What do I do with them after he outgrows them?

I have watched NUMEROUS episodes of Clean House lately. Seems to be on a marathon session on the Style network. And I have to say it's making me stir crazy to know how much stuff we have.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Furniture in the bedroom

Spent the majority of the day assembling the boys' new dresser from Ikea. (click here) Wasn't too bad, except when Sam decided he wanted to help with the hammer. Too bad I only needed the hammer for about 5 things and the screwdrivers for the rest. I did have him "help" with that, but he didn't exactly understand that completely.

I'm not really sure how I feel about the whole idea of a large dresser in the bedroom. For the past three years, we've either had Sam's dresser in his closet or in our room. Just didn't want to chance him climbing it. And because we're in an apartment, stud finding isn't exactly easy to do.

But, now that we have a HUGE dresser, I want it accessible.

be back later...............Henry's waking up and I think the buzzer on the oven just went off too.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

my 10-pound turkey

New to us niece and nephews have all slept in this crib.

Such a good big brother!

He loves to sleep this way on the Boppy.

Sharing my bed with Sam..........our new morning routine by the way.
They watch Blue's Clues while I take a shower.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

New Duck-isms

"that's it"

"fuuu cake" (fruitcake)



"NO PAPA" (his response to anything my dad said to him during his three week stay"

Nana became "mom" during her visit.........most likely because that's all he heard me call her.

E became "honey" over the past month because that's what I call him

coke in a regular cup is "milk" but if it's in a restaurant cup, it's coke.

watermelon is known as fruit (of course it's the only fruit I can get him to eat lately)

dry-butt is code for diaper............and he knows the difference between a Duck dry-butt and an HJ dry-butt.

he's selective about what's on his dry-butts. i'm so proud of my little Duck.....he doens't like the "designer" pull-ups my parents bought, you know the name brand ones with Cars on them. Nope, my little money saver prefers to see the monkeys on the Target brand! He even ASKS for a dry monkey!

more days of no hitting at school. WOOOOHOOOO

and he's pooped on the potty even more.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009


If you give a mom a muffin,
She'll want a cup of coffee to go with it.
She'll pour herself some.
Her three-year-old will spill the coffee.
She'll wipe it up.
Wiping the floor, she'll find dirty socks.
She'll remember she has to do laundry.
When she puts the laundry in the washer,
She'll trip over boots and bump into the freezer.
Bumping into the freezer will remind her she has to plan for supper.
She will get out a pound of hamburger.
She'll look for her cookbook ("101 Things To Do With a Pound of Hamburger").
The cookbook is sitting under a pile of mail.
She will see the phone bill, which is due tomorrow.
She will look for her checkbook.
The check book is in her purse that is being dumped out by her two-year-old.
She'll smell something funny.
She'll change the two year old's diaper.
While she is changing the diaper, the phone will ring.
Her five-year-old will answer and hang up.
She'll remember she wants to phone a friend for coffee.
Thinking of coffee will remind her that she was going to have a cup.
And chances are...
If she has a cup of coffee,
Her kids will have eaten the muffin that went with it.

Saturday, March 7, 2009

Before, during and after

Delivery day, just outside the L&D area at the hospital. It was 5:30 a.m. on Friday, February 20 weighing 197 pounds.

At the hospital, waiting for the anesthesiologist so I can have my c-section:

Two weeks post-partum on Friday, March 6, 2009, with a haircut and weighing supposedly 170 pounds:

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Wordless Wednesday

The flowers Eric got for me after I got homeProud big brother Duck:
Ready for bed

Brotherly love