Jackson: Lola, you don't have any eggs hanging on your tree. I need to give you some of mine.
Lola: Yeah, we need to share.
J: Yeah, let's share and play nicely.
L: Yeah. Thanks. Let's do it.
Jack proceeds to give her his eggs.
Lola takes the eggs and puts them on her tree.
I try not to sprain my shoulder patting myself on the back while grabbing the camera to document this sweet sibling moment.
Jack then picks up both trees and runs out of the room while Lola cries at the injustice. I think to myself, well... it's at least a start.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Fun with the Freedmans
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| Enjoying some Mardi Gras fun at Thoth. Lola is up in the ladder with her buddies Nicholas and Yvonne. Jackson in in the crowd on the ground with Dad. |
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| Dad and Jackson with Grammy at Thoth |
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| Mom with Belle and Fireman Jack at the Little School Mardi Gras parade. |
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| Getting back outside now that the weather has warmed up. Loving the fresh air! |
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| Spring is here. Time for popsicles! |
Friday, March 4, 2011
Nervous Enough?
I'm nervous about having enough time for everything once the baby comes. Everything including fixing meals and doing laundry and building castles and doing puzzles and learning the sounds of the alphabet and making art projects and baking muffins and cleaning the bathroom and... well, all you parents out there know that the list goes on and on. I'm nervous about taking all 3 kids to the grocery store. I'm nervous about how long it's going to take me to get all the kids in the car to get to the store. I'm nervous about the logistics of managing a family of 5.
But I'm not, at least so far, nervous about the delivery. The breastfeeding. The sleepless nights. The crying and the gas bubbles and the spit up. Thinking about all that doesn't bring up the same anxiety that I feel when I think about trying to hold (or feed or burp or calm) the new baby while Lola and Jackson are crying about their macaroni not being ready yet.
I was so worried about those things the first time around. Am I not so concerned with the difficulties of having a new baby because I've done it all once (ummm, twice?) and feel confident that I can handle it? Or have I forgotten how hard it really it all is?
At this point, with 2 months to go, I'm more nervous about handling the 3 year olds than I am the new baby. Well earned confidence of an experienced mother? Or denial that is destined to lead to shock and misery?
Stay tuned.
But I'm not, at least so far, nervous about the delivery. The breastfeeding. The sleepless nights. The crying and the gas bubbles and the spit up. Thinking about all that doesn't bring up the same anxiety that I feel when I think about trying to hold (or feed or burp or calm) the new baby while Lola and Jackson are crying about their macaroni not being ready yet.
I was so worried about those things the first time around. Am I not so concerned with the difficulties of having a new baby because I've done it all once (ummm, twice?) and feel confident that I can handle it? Or have I forgotten how hard it really it all is?
At this point, with 2 months to go, I'm more nervous about handling the 3 year olds than I am the new baby. Well earned confidence of an experienced mother? Or denial that is destined to lead to shock and misery?
Stay tuned.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
25 weeks
I was at 25 weeks along with Lola and Jackson when the alarm was sounded. Things weren't exactly hiccup-free up until that point (chicken pox, placenta previa, and well, simply the fact that I was pregnant with twins), but it wasn't until 25 weeks that the poop really hit the fan, as a PG-rated mother of twins would say :)
Yep, I was 25 weeks along and enjoying a snowy Christmas vacation in Colorado. It was those darn contractions that forced me to go to the hospital, that darn progressing cervix that got the nurse's attention, and that gosh darn positive fetal fibronectin test that got the doctor in my room telling me to stay calm while nurses started IV drips. Watching a nervous nurse is about as calming as seeing a nervous flight attendant. Stay calm... sure, right.
Well, 25 week came and has now gone. Last week I had a fetal fibronectin test to celebrate. No alarms sounded. The nurses paid hardly any attention at all. And no one told me to stay calm while all of their body language indicated I should do otherwise. Fantastic.
For those unfamiliar with the test, a positive result indicates that your body has released the hormones necessary to begin the labor, meaning that delivery within a 2 week period is expected. A negative result indicates that your body has not released these hormones and so natural labor is not expected within 2 weeks. I'll be taking a test every 2 weeks until... well, I guess until it's time for baby girl #2 to make her appearance.
So I say good-bye to week 25. I might have even made a vulgar hand gesture at that date on my calender. It was almost as gratifying as I imagine it will be when I do the same to week 33!
Yep, I was 25 weeks along and enjoying a snowy Christmas vacation in Colorado. It was those darn contractions that forced me to go to the hospital, that darn progressing cervix that got the nurse's attention, and that gosh darn positive fetal fibronectin test that got the doctor in my room telling me to stay calm while nurses started IV drips. Watching a nervous nurse is about as calming as seeing a nervous flight attendant. Stay calm... sure, right.
Well, 25 week came and has now gone. Last week I had a fetal fibronectin test to celebrate. No alarms sounded. The nurses paid hardly any attention at all. And no one told me to stay calm while all of their body language indicated I should do otherwise. Fantastic.
For those unfamiliar with the test, a positive result indicates that your body has released the hormones necessary to begin the labor, meaning that delivery within a 2 week period is expected. A negative result indicates that your body has not released these hormones and so natural labor is not expected within 2 weeks. I'll be taking a test every 2 weeks until... well, I guess until it's time for baby girl #2 to make her appearance.
So I say good-bye to week 25. I might have even made a vulgar hand gesture at that date on my calender. It was almost as gratifying as I imagine it will be when I do the same to week 33!
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
So much for deadlines.
Despite the New Year deadline having come and gone, the Joys keep coming :)
Joy #9 Finding out we're having a GIRL! We're currently discussing names. Not even a short list has been agreed upon yet.
Joy #10 Aaron having the entire weekend off this coming weekend! It's a post-Christmas miracle.
Joy #11 Jackson having major success at swim lessons today. He swam 5 ft today with his face underwater looking at the bottom of the pool! Yay for Jack!!!
Joy #12 Feeling lots of little baby kicks!
Joy #9 Finding out we're having a GIRL! We're currently discussing names. Not even a short list has been agreed upon yet.
Joy #10 Aaron having the entire weekend off this coming weekend! It's a post-Christmas miracle.
Joy #11 Jackson having major success at swim lessons today. He swam 5 ft today with his face underwater looking at the bottom of the pool! Yay for Jack!!!
Joy #12 Feeling lots of little baby kicks!
Friday, December 17, 2010
More Joy
Joy #4 Lemon ice after lunch and after dinner, twice in the same day
Joy #5 Jackson FINALLY taking a nap after 4 days of no-naps
Joy #6 Lola sat on a block yesterday and said, "Ouch! Mom, I hurt my penis." I responded, "You don't have a penis honey. What hurts?" "Mom, I DO have a penis. I have a boo boo on it." Now if you can't laugh at your 2 year old daughter insisting that her penis hurts you really are missing the Joy.
Joy #7 Feeling little tiny baby kicks
Joy #8 Helping set up for the school Christmas party and thinking that Lola and Jackson are going to have SO MUCH FUN! Can't wait to get some pics!
Joy #5 Jackson FINALLY taking a nap after 4 days of no-naps
Joy #6 Lola sat on a block yesterday and said, "Ouch! Mom, I hurt my penis." I responded, "You don't have a penis honey. What hurts?" "Mom, I DO have a penis. I have a boo boo on it." Now if you can't laugh at your 2 year old daughter insisting that her penis hurts you really are missing the Joy.
Joy #7 Feeling little tiny baby kicks
Joy #8 Helping set up for the school Christmas party and thinking that Lola and Jackson are going to have SO MUCH FUN! Can't wait to get some pics!
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