Saturday, July 28, 2012

the air museum.

cash is currently obsessed with airplanes, so we thought it would be fun to go to the evergreen aviation and space museum while nate was on his 'baby vacation.' really wasn't.
i mean, cash was STOKED when we first walked in and it was wall to wall planes.
the squeal he emitted was something only dogs could hear, i'm pretty sure.
but he got bored fast - we barely made it halfway through before he had an epic meltdown.
we prolonged our stay a little bit once we got into the 'kid friendly' zone (normally, at the first meltdown i would have be done, but we spent $40 to get into the museum and dammit i was going to make it count!)
once it was clear we weren't going to last another second in there, we headed across the parking lot to the 'space' portion of the museum only to be sidetracked by a really cool playground.
had we known that was there, we would have just spent our morning there (especially since it was free.)
nate and i took turns going through the space museum (a whirlwind tour, which was a shame because it was way cooler and more interesting than the airplane portion - definitely have to plan another trip there once cash gets a little older.)
we finally managed to pry cash away from the playground, picked up lunch and headed home.
another lesson in not having high expectations for an outing with 2 young kids because let's face it - that's a recipe for failure.

and this is officially the first picture of us as a family of four. (FOUR. insane.)
the cutest old man stopped us and asked if he could take a picture of us in front of this plane (he was one of the volunteers and i got the impression he used to fly one of these. he was adorable.)
i'm so glad he did.

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

the birth.

the night before we were scheduled for surgery, i couldn't sleep. i was up every half hour and by the time my alarm went off, i was ready to get to the hospital and just get it over with already. 
the morning was a flurry of getting ready, snuggling with cash, packing the car and trying not to freak out. 
we left in a rush as soon as amanda got to our house.
once we checked in and they got me all hooked up to monitors, we sat and waited (quite impatiently, i might add) for our turn in the OR. we ended up going in a half hour late - nate was pacing the room like a caged animal (he doesn't do well with sitting still.) 

we were given the green light to head to the OR about 9:30.
the room was freezing - like a meat locker. i was shivering so bad they had to shroud me in warmed blankets   like a mummy. 
[can i just mention for a moment how freaking AWESOME every single person we had contact with at the salem hospital was? because they were. there was a nurse in the operating room whose sole purpose (as far as i could tell) was to take pictures for us. seriously.]
everything that happened in the OR is a little fuzzy - i remember my doctor cracking lots of jokes, it being far more uncomfortable than i remember, everett squirmed so much as they were trying to get him out that he ended up with a black eye and the first thing one of the nurses said once he was born was, "oh my gosh - look at all his hair!" 
with cash, neither nate or i saw him before he got all cleaned up. 
this time, we got to see everett in all his bloody, gross glory. with pictures to prove it (sorry kid. i'm just as scarred as you will be.) 
nate and i couldn't get over how much he looked like cash. 
in fact, once they put the hat on him, i honestly wouldn't have been able to tell you the difference. 
his face started to change pretty quickly and by the next day, ev looked very much like his cute little self. 
we were in recovery for a little over 2 hours. 
for some reason, it took a long time for me to get the feeling back in my feet. 
i still couldn't wiggle my toes when we were moved to our room. 
once i could, the nurse joked, "well, at least we know you aren't paralyzed!" 
she ended up being my favorite - she even sent us a card once we were home. 
i sort of want to send her flowers. 
cash came to visit later that afternoon. 
i wish i could say it was all sunshine and rainbows, but he was pretty terrified. 
thrilled to see and hold the baby. 
scared shit-less to see me in a hospital bed with an IV hanging out of my hand. 
when he came the next day, he wouldn't even get near me to give me a kiss. (i totally cried about it after he left. hello, hormones!) 
i convinced my nurse to remove my IV before my doctor said it was ok. (heh.)
and i called the nurse's station promptly at 9 o'clock monday evening to have my catheter removed so i could get out of bed (which was the soonest they would do it.)
i walked around a couple times that night and felt pretty great.
the first time i got up in the morning hurt like hell, not gonna lie.
and if i waited too long to pee, i really regretted it.
i walked laps around the that floor as often as possible and by wednesday morning, i was ready to go.
so i convinced my doctor to let me leave a day early (i can be very persuasive.)
i even had my nurse call him wednesday afternoon because he still hadn't been in to give the go ahead for me to go home (turns out, it was his day off. i totally made my doctor come in on his day off to discharge me. sorry dude.)
once we got home, we promptly turned around to head to target (to fill my prescriptions and pick up pull-ups for cash) and then went and got pizza. all very stupid ideas because the next morning my incision hurt so bad i cried (and took the good, strong painkillers - the first time i had to take them since my surgery.)
it was tough getting in and out of bed the first few nights and cash accidentally kicked me right in my incision one time (ya. that hurt.) but all in all, recovery wasn't too bad.
and that's the story of everett being born.

Sunday, July 22, 2012


so ya...this whole 'mom of two' thing is sure a game changer.
nate goes back to work tomorrow and we have back to back doctors appointments this week that i'm kinda dreading.
not to am i going to get anything done?
having a newborn attached to my boob and a toddler who can't stray far from the potty chair, i feel like i never leave the living room.
it's good times, my friends.
but cash is proving to be an excellent and loving big brother and everett is sleeping for 5 hour stretches at night (winning.)
we'll figure it out. right? heh.

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

the blur.

our first days home have involved a lot of sweet newborn snuggles and bleary late night feedings.
this boy loves to eat. just like his brother did.
sometimes i'm fairly certain he is going to suck the life right out of me.
and since i'm completely incapable of coherent sentences right now, some things i don't want to forget:
-- piper has suddenly turned into a protective mama bear - if she's not on her bed, she's parked herself wherever everett happens to be. right in front of his bouncer, crib, the door to our bedroom - she's on guard duty. we've always thought she was a good dog (minus the whole 'running away' thing) but this just melts my heart.
-- the cat has taken 0 interest in everett whatsoever. one time she climbed into my lap and sniffed at him, but i think she only did that because i was focusing on him and not her. she is escaping to the basement more and more these days to get away from the children. she also has grown an insane amount just in the few days we were gone - our first night back, nate commented that he thinks she lost weight while we were gone. and then he picked her up and we realized, nope - she's just growing into those ginormous paws of hers. she's going to be a big one.
-- nate has been an amazing help and i'm so thankful that he took 2 weeks off to be at home with us. sure, he gets on my nerves (i'm pretty sure the feeling is mutual) but i've got to say - having someone else go up and down the stairs to do laundry has felt like a vacation. and thanks to some awesome friends (lee and heather, i'm looking at you!) and my obsessive planning, i haven't had to cook a single meal. winning.
-- recovery this time around has been a snap too - the first full day home was rough; i attempted way too much on our first night home and realized that i couldn't get out of bed without some help was rough. but i've been doing pretty fantastic ever since. i even managed to put on a pair of skinny jeans the other day - i still can't get them buttoned (ha!) but i can wear them! felt good.
-- everett's actually a pretty good sleeper. he'll snooze for a good 4 hour stretch at night, which is amazing. the rest of the night he'll be up every 2 hours or so...the bummer part is the 4 hour stretch is typically from 8-12 which means...i go to bed early :)
-- cash has been pretty darn fantastic with all the changes. he loves everett and asks to kiss and hold him. and in the morning when everyone is at their snuggliest, you can find at least 3 of us in bed cuddling. it's pretty awesome. not to say that he hasn't had his moments - we took him to the air museum yesterday and it was a bit of a behavioral disaster. but we're all managing. honestly, i think he's having a harder time adjusting to nate being home all the time then everett being here - seriously. those two are as close as dad and son can get but they can push each others buttons (and frequently do) like no one else on this earth. which means i spend a lot of my days listening to the two of them argue and fight. i know that part of this is due to him being a bit more ornery than usual (i didn't realize that was possible, but guess what? it is.) and i think that has to do with ev. and i can tell he is feeling a bit more sensitive than normal too, which nate doesn't always pick up then they get into arguments. which means i'm left with a crying boy and a frustrated husband BUT - it could be worse.

so far, our family of four? is awesome.

Friday, July 13, 2012


everett knox was born at 10:01 am on the 9th.
8 pounds, 4 ounces and 19.5 inches of perfection.
we got home wednesday night - not a moment too soon either. (hospital beds are instruments of torture.)
cash is being a stellar big brother, nate is being a wonderful house husband and this little porker has put on 4.5 ounces in 2 days.
life is pretty damn awesome over here.

Thursday, July 12, 2012

the fourth.

this fourth of july we went blueberry picking, did some yardwork, took a nap, enjoyed a bbq at my aunt and uncle's house, took cash out on the canoe (it made his year) went for walks and spent the entire fireworks display holed up in my grandma's house comforting a terrified little boy. all in all, a pretty good day.

Monday, July 9, 2012

the last days as a family of 3.

it has involved lots of cuddle time, (especially in the middle of the night) special treats, epic meltdowns, multiple time-out stays, lots of success in the potty training department, random sweet hugs and a boy that suddenly enjoys playing alone in his room.

[[sidenote: today we become a family of 4!]]

Sunday, July 8, 2012

the airport.

i have a bit of an obsession with vintage fisher price little people toys.
like, 'finding ways to justify spending $60 on a complete airport set' obsessed. (ps, thanks mom)
the bestie julie and her hubby nathan found this airport set at the coast and brought it back for us and MAN. i could play with it all day.
and cash frequently does.
which is awesome because, up until recently, he's been less than interested in playing with them.
it's going to make it that much easier to justify buying them since he now enjoys them too...heh heh.
i really want the garage set next :)

Saturday, July 7, 2012

the end.

i never thought we'd get here, but here we are: the end.
some things i don't want to forget:
-- my last days i'm going to spend pregnant just so happen to coincide with 90 degree weather in oregon. which sucks.
-- i'm trying really hard not to just eat ice cream all day...i've only been marginally successful.
-- despite my all consuming love for ice cream, i managed to only gain 22 pounds and could still fit into some of my pre-pregnancy jeans (not comfortably, mind you. but they still fit.) in the end, i only had a total of 2 or 3 shirts that would completely cover the belly though.
-- my belly button never popped out (huzzah!) i thought for sure it would this time, but apparently my belly button is made of super stretch material.
-- it feels to me like everett has exceptionally strong legs like cash did - there are times that he'll stretch and i swear my skin is going to burst right open. that or he's seriously going to crack a rib.
-- no amount of berry picking, gardening or weeding could convince this boy to come early. my uterus is apparently quite comfortable.
-- having a planned c-section is the weirdest thing. i've spent the last week manically cleaning the house, preparing food for nate, cash and everyone who is watching him while i'm in the hospital, picking blueberries, trying to get the garden as weed-free as possible. it's been nice to be so prepared, but i'm starting to run out of things to do.'s hot.
-- i've really wanted to spend the last few weeks enjoying this pregnancy as much as possible since we know this is the last pregnancy for us but...that's been a struggle. it's hard to appreciate the now painful kicks and movements when you can't breath, you have heartburn so bad you fee like you can breath fire and one hip feels like it's going to fall off. it's a magical time.
-- by this time monday, i'll be gearing up for surgery. i'm anxious but mostly because i just want him to be here. we can't wait to meet you sweet boy.

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

a whole lot of new.

not only are we gearing up for everett to finally be here and totally throw our routines out the window (t-minus 6 days and counting) but we're also getting used to nate being on a new work schedule (again.)
he switched departments at work so now he's working a day shift with weekends off - after a year on graveyard, it's soooo nice to finally see my husband during 'normal' awake hours.
we missed that guy, i tell ya.