Archive for September, 2012

I know. I’m a terrible pregnancy blogger. But the shit? All of the shit? The GIGANTIC list of shit? I have got it almost all done. Exactly 10 days ago I had NONE of the shit done so this is incredibly impressive.

The great part about spacing SDjrjr almost five years after Keaton is that we have two very independent kids that will allow me to focus on the baby’s needs a lot easier than, say, having a 1, 2 or 3-year-old would. The bad part about the spacing is that we pretty much had to start over as far as what we need to actually care for this baby, making getting ready a pretty daunting experience of “what?! don’t we still have that?” and “why didn’t you look into your crystal ball and just KNOW that would come in handy five years later?”

Fortunately we were pretty organized and made a list and created a budget for what we would have to do and get. Unfortunately that list kept getting bigger and bigger and we could not purchase or do any of it until we switched back rooms with the kids. And did we want to do this? No we did not.

In May of 2009, Bill and I were fairly sick of sharing a room with a toddler who woke us up by blowing raspberries in our general direction at 7am every morning so we made the decision to give the kids the big master bedroom which is upstairs, and we took the small downstairs bedroom. I was sad to leave the big room but, wow, it ended up working out incredibly well for us. The kids and their toys were contained upstairs and after bedtime we had the run of the downstairs, not having to worry about waking the kids up during a heated game of Lord of the Ring’s Trivial Pursuit {GEEK ALERT LEVEL: EXTREMELY HIGH}. It really, really was a fabulous set-up for us but unfortunately the downstairs bedroom is so tiny that there is just no way we could conceivably fit all the stuff that a baby requires in there so we knew the kids would need to migrate south.

So do you remember the bunk beds? Yeah. They’re huge. This is mostly why we put this off for so long. We did not want to move them, but having Bill take the top bunk would have allowed him to get out of way too many night feedings, so the switch was on and with some help we somehow managed to fit the bunk beds, two dressers, a book-case, and the American Girl dolls and their paraphernalia all in the downstairs room without it looking too comical and we now have ample space for our queen bed, a long dresser that will double as a changing table, the crib, bassinet and rocker up with us. It was a huge project that took our entire Sunday for just the room swap and accompanied organization. Monday I focused on switching the closets, which was…not fun, and Tuesday I focused on switching the bathrooms which was… also not fun. But! It is done now and it cleared the way for us to start plowing through our giant list of baby items that we needed to either take out of storage or purchase.

Our major purchases were:

A new infant car seat. We used the same graco snugride for Rowan and Keaton but we got rid of it after Keaton outgrew it because we knew it would be a LONG time before we got back on the baby train and those things have an expiration date. I bought an adorable Combi seat from Baby on Grand but when we got it home the manufacturer’s date was from 2007. And I was very “Uh, what?” because I explicitly asked if it was a 2012 model and was told yes. Turns out the model I chose hadn’t been manufactured since early 2010 so we swiftly returned it and kept looking. My first instinct was to go Britax but Bill hates Britax with the fiery heat of a thousand suns because they are so incredibly hard to install and the straps twist easily and are near impossible to keep straight. Then I really wanted a Peg-perego seat but they were a hundred dollars more than any other infant seat and when I compared it to other seats the handle was way harder to move up and down, it was bumpier when you rocked it and it was two pounds heavier than our next choice, which was the Chicco keyfit. This is a pretty big deal because with all the activities and running around I have with Rowan and Keaton, I needed to really have the most comfortable choice both for the baby and myself. So I kissed the trendier seat goodbye and went with the Chicco which is supposed to be super safe, ridiculously easy to install and I got the snap in stroller frame to go with it as we’ll be in and out of dance 4-6 days a week {GAH!}. Does anyone else expend this much thought and brainpower over a flippin’ car seat? Yeah, I didn’t think so.

Next we needed a crib. I waxed pretty sentimental about our crib when it was time to take it down, but in truth it was a {now illegal!} drop-sided death trap which collapsed with Keaton in it when he was 13 months old {He was unharmed, THANK JEBUS, and even actually fell asleep while pinned, but yeah, that sucker got tossed}. We wanted something pretty small and simple because it has to go in our room and our kids have transitioned easily from crib to toddler bed right at 24 months so it’s not a super long-term thing for us but we needed a standard size crib for our mattress so it ended up costing us more than we really wanted to spend which was sort of par for the course.

Then we were onto clothes, as I mentioned here, we needed a ton of crap and I will be the first to admit that I’m an incredible, insufferable snob when it comes to boy’s clothes so that pretty much crosses much of the cheap stuff off as those manufacturers seem to think “boy”only equals monkeys, sports, bears or trucks and eh, I’m not a fan. I’m more of a stars, stripes and solids type of gal, with maybe a sweet, simple elephant or bird thrown in for good measure. Luckily, baby gap had a pretty good sale the last couple of weeks so I scored some cuteness for a reasonable price and was able to supplement with some some simple, everyday stuff from Target, Carter’s and some hand-me-downs from Bill’s co-worker, so big yay.

I want this baby fully cooked, but laying these out makes me VERY impatient for them to be all filled out with a squishy baby.

The other tough part about clothes is not knowing what size baby you’re going to get. Both Bill and I were in the mid-seven pound range when we were born and he was around 20 inches and I was over 21 so my doc told me to expect something similar when I was pregnant with Rowan. My belly consistently measured between one and two weeks behind but we were still told to expect something around seven so we skipped the newborn stuff and just got 0-3 month clothes for her, aaaaand out she comes, barely six pounds and only 18 inches. By the time we left the hospital she was under six pounds so we ended up having to go out and get a few preemie outfits because she was drowning in everything we had. So with Keaton I made sure to have plenty of newborn and a few preemie options washed and ready for him. Again I was consistently measuring about a week behind and I had an ultrasound at 35 weeks where the doctor guessed he was on the small side. Less than three weeks later he was born at 7 lbs, 6 oz and over 21 inches long so the newborn stuff just fit him and due to his height I couldn’t get any of the preemie stuff on him at all.

This time, again, I have been measuring a week and a half behind and my weight gain has not been as impressive as it should be in these last weeks but when my midwife felt my stomach to try to determine the baby’s positioning, she proclaimed he was head down {good, Baby, now STAY} and that he felt very long. Going off of that and the fact that we’re going to try to cloth diaper him a majority of the time which will add some bootie bulk, we opted for mostly 0-3 months stuff.

Other than these big purchases, we made a lot of little purchases that add up, such as a tub, car seat bundler, head support, sheets, lotions, soaps, creams, medicine, pacifiers etc. etc. The bad news is KERCHING, the good news is, I think we’re pretty much set for this little guy to make his appearance.

Another stressor off my plate this week was that we for sure settled on Sammy Davis Jr Jr’s name, which we mostly knew all along but wanted to be sure. Five years ago, Bill and I had a TERRIBLE time coming up with a name for Keaton but finally landed on one we not only agreed on but really loved. We then made the mistake of telling a few family members who were extremely vocal about not liking the name. I was nine months pregnant at the time and so incredibly emotional and hormonal which caused me to completely lose it and decide we couldn’t name the baby something that family members wouldn’t like. So after many hormone induced sobbing fits, we finally landed on Keaton and I really like his name but after the pregnancy hormones vacated my body and the rational part of my brain was once again restored, I was very WTF, Christy? This is YOUR baby. YOU get to pick the name YOU like. I then decided if we ever had another boy that I wouldn’t let it phase me if others didn’t like it. I happen to love it and the fact that Bill and I have vastly different taste in names and that we both love this one is a small miracle in and of itself.

That being said, we did want to be sure-sure so we perused the baby books which resulted in Bill only reading the funny sounding names and giggling to himself. He liked basically NOTHING else, while I made small stops at Preston, Holden and Cullen because they “go” better with Rowan and Keaton but ultimately we decided it was either Cullen or our original name and when I asked the kids they were both adamant that they liked the original name much better {as did Bill}.

“Why don’t you like Cullen?”

Rowan: It sounds too close to Colin and I’d get mixed up. ****’s way more better.

Keaton: It sounds too close to Gollum. {To my midsection:} HELLOOOOO BABY GOLLUM!!! ARE YOU CREEPY IN THERE? DO YOU WANT MY RING?

So Keaton sort of ruined Cullen for me which, fine, Twilight already sort of did that. So that really sealed it and I just ordered a personalized “little brother” onesie with his name on it so that is THAT.

And? I now have to start preparing to actually birth this baby, which, I’ve uh, sort of been in denial of these last few weeks. So wish me luck with THAT whole thing and I promise to try to fit in one or two more similarly scintillating updates before we meet our little guy.

PS~ Updated pregnancy photos…

Slightly less ghetto bedroom mirror picture at 34.5 weeks and…

Back to the ghetto bathroom pics for 36 weeks, what can I say, I’m nothing if not incredibly lazy with my pregnancy documentation. Also, me = GIGANTORINATOR.


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Can someone please explain how we went from this…

to this?

I mean, WHAT THE HELL, TIME? I know I have four years and over 25,000 photos that all indicated this was coming and I also know I’ve never been good at math {understatement!} but one 3 year old plus four years should not equal the sophisticated, independent First grader who hopped on the big giant bus this morning without so much as a look back at her mom.

Or maybe that’s exactly what that should equal, numbers are confusing, etc.

Still though. Not cool, Time. NOT. COOL.

The first day went great. No one was emotional or nervous~ it’s amazing how that works when you are confident your child is in the best possible place with the best possible teachers out there. After two years of Kindergarten, Rowan was really excited to finally be a first grader. The best part?

She gets her own desk, of course! First graders are important like that.

We have a bit of a hectic after school routine due to her school’s late schedule and dance {one ends when the other begins and they are nowhere near each other} so we are trying out a pick-up schedule that will allow us to leave a little early from school so we can be a little late instead of horrendously late to dance. It might take some tweaking the first couple of weeks but I hope it works out because Rowan worked really hard all summer to stay with her line and it would be sad to have to leave all that hard work behind over a timing issue.

On the first day when I picked her up she chatted nonstop during the 25 minute car ride to dance about new and old friends she played with, how she helped someone spell ‘like’, how she saw her good buddy from last year at lunch, what art project they did, how one boy did such a good job of being quiet in line that he got to pick a prize and on and on and on she went. The excited energy she had from her day was infectious and carried her all the way through two hours of dance, the ride home, dinner and right up until bedtime when suddenly things like brushing her teeth and climbing up to the top bunk got very hard and exhausting. The next morning she seemed pretty wiped out but went on to have a great second and third day at school so hopefully things continue to be this awesome in the coming weeks.

In other Giant Children news:

This tiny little thing started preschool 2 years ago.

And now he might as well climb down from a goddamn bean stock fee-fi-fo-fumming because he is HUMONGOUS in comparison.

Obligatory front of school photo.

And obligatory handsome fella photo.

I have to admit that at this point I’m sort of over preschool, or more aptly put, I have a small case of Preschool Fatigue as we embark on the fifth straight year in one preschool program or another. Because of his late fall birthday, this is Keaton’s third year, and while he is in no way ready for Kindergarten, I feel like preschool is kind of old hat. He’s going for three days a week this year and the days are a little bit longer with an added lunch bunch on Wednesdays, with the option for more, so I think that will definitely be a good thing for him.

{Plus he’s got his own busy dance schedule to keep up with as I somehow got talked into putting him in the baby comp line. I’ve just come to accept that I am really, really bad at breaking up with dance. Being that he’s only four though, he is just doing a month or two to see how it goes~ if it’s too intense or just not a good fit we’ll move him back to rec and I promise to send Bill to do that because clearly I can’t be trusted.}

The first day of school was a parent/child play day so today was the first day for drop-off. Similar to his sister, Keaton was super excited for the day and practically jumped on top of his teacher when she opened the car door to greet him. He was pretty quiet and wiped-out at pick up time, not really willing to share his day with me quite yet, but the class as a whole got a great report which is a huge relief because last year’s group had a rough go for much of the year. Keaton is definitely ready for more challenges in the writing and sight word department, so I’m optimistic that this is going to be a great year for learning and for having fun before his elementary education starts.

Based on how close his face is to the page I’d wonder if he needs glasses, but you know, he already has them, so we’ll just chalk this up to extreme intensity and concentration during journal time.

I’m so grateful for the month or so we’ll all have to get into the routine of the school year before Sammy Davis Jr Jr makes his entrance and shakes things up. Not to mention the month or so of quiet mornings three days a week. With the busy summer we had, I had honestly forgotten what it was like to sit my ass down on the couch and drink my whole cup of coffee, uninterrupted and while it was still hot even! I’m not gonna lie, Internet, it was pretty amazing. I just sat there, soaking in the silence and the stillness and the warm dog curled up next to me. Now, one of my major petty annoyances in life is the ridiculous overuse of the response “I know, right?” but when Luna lazily settled her head into my lap and let out a long, slow sigh of contentedness, FOR I COULD NOT HELP MYSELF, I gave that dog a very enthusiastic I KNOW, RIGHT? And we did know. And it was so, so right.

Happy school year, Internet.

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