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Thursday, June 10, 2010
Just pictures
I realized today that I hadn't posted Mya pics in a really long time so I thought I would dedicate this post to just pictures. Enjoy!
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Unassisted Childbirth
So, recently I've become interested in something called unassisted birth. I've been interested in midwifery and natural childbirth for a little while now and one day came across a term called "UC" and I didn't know what it meant. So I googled it. It turns out "UC" stands for "Unassisted Childbirth" in the natural childbirth world and in my google search for what those letters stood for, I came across a website by Laura Shanley all about it (you can find it here). I found the website so fascinating that I've now read the entire thing in and out and am considering picking up a couple books on the subject.
The reasoning behind it says that women's bodies were designed to give birth and have been doing so for thousands of years without the intervention of doctors, midwives, drugs, etc. But since the early part of the 20th century, when doctors started becoming more frequent in communities and anesthesia was invented, pregnant women were being offered the luxury of a "pain free birth" if they would abandon the notion of giving birth with a "dirty" midwife and come into their "clean" hospitals. The women who agreed were definitely granted a pain free birth but they were also so sedated and drugged that they had no recollection of the birth itself, often waking up to a nurse handing them a baby they weren't even sure was theirs.
Then came the era where women were independent and able to make their own choices and decisions and they weren't going to settle for a painful, awful labour and delivery. They could have better! They could be pain free! It became so normal that in some hospitals in the 60's, women weren't even allowed to have a drug free labour and delivery. They weren't allowed to get up and walk around or do anything but lie in bed and wait to deliver their baby lying flat on their backs and when they would fight back about it, the doctor would give them an injection to sedate them because they were "crazy".
What people didn't know back then is that when a woman is giving birth, the hormone that's rushing through her system is oxytocin. It's the hormone responsible for bonding with your baby. Studies have been done with pregnant monkeys that show that when given an epidural, the monkey neglected and abandoned her newborn baby because she wasn't able to feel it being born, she wasn't able to benefit from oxytocin and thus didn't bond with her baby. In the wild, that baby would've died. Women are no different in the sense that we too are a breed of animal. Our bodies were designed to give birth without intervention.
Our society has created a fear surrounding pregnancy and birth and it's considered dangerous now to have a baby without drugs and doctors around you. The funny thing is, most of the complications involved in people's deliveries are caused by medical intervention in the first place. People are so grateful that their doctor was there to save the day when they weren't dilating quickly enough, or the baby's heart rate was dropping because it couldn't handle the mother's contractions. What they aren't being told is that labour and delivery do not accommodate other people's schedules (there should be no time limit on how long it takes you to deliver a baby, even if that means the doctor missing his golf game) and that the pitocin they were given to speed up their labour causes the uterus to have contractions that are much harder and closer together, therefore not giving the baby time to recover and causing his heart rate to drop. But don't worry! The doctor will be more than happy to jump in and give you a c-section! The most recent numbers from 2005-2006 indicate that 26% of babies born in Canada in a hospital were delivered via c-section (1 in 3 mothers will have a c-section in the US). Most of them were medically unnecessary. Now, don't get me wrong. I love doctors! I'm very grateful that we have doctors available to us 24/7 for anything from a migraine to a ruptured appendix but that's what they are good at. Medicine. They aren't supposed to be involved with pregnancy and labour and delivery because pregnancy, labour and delivery aren't medical procedures! They shouldn't be treated as such! I am aware that not every baby is born healthy and that not every mother delivers complication free. I know that there are times when medical professionals are required to intervene in order to save lives. I am 100%, totally on board with that but I think they jump in when they are not needed too often causing more harm than good.
There is no one helping our bodies to grow the baby from conception to delivery day, so why would we need help to deliver it? Our bodies are equipped with a birth response that delivers our babies from the womb with little help from ourselves. Our bodies know what they're doing! But there is something greater than the birth response called the fight/flight response and I think Dr. Grantly Dick-Read explains it perfectly:
"When a woman is in a state of fear, messages are sent to the body telling it there is a danger out there that must be fought or run away from. Blood and oxygen are instantly sent into the arms and legs enabling the frightened woman to fight the danger or run away. In order for this to happen, however, blood and oxygen must be drained from other organs which the body considers nonessential for fight or flight. This is why we turn white when we're afraid. The body assumes that our leg muscles need blood and oxygen more than our face does. Unfortunately, when it comes to fight or flight, the uterus is considered a nonessential organ. The uterus of a frightened woman in labor is literally white. Because it is deprived of "fuel" - blood and oxygen - it cannot function correctly, nor can waste products be properly carried away. Hence, the laboring woman experiences not only pain, but a multitude of problems."
The solution, he believed was twofold: not only do women need to stop being afraid but doctors need to stop interfering in the process. Labouring women do not need to be poked, prodded or drugged. Instead, they need to be calmly encouraged, or simply left alone so their bodies can work unhindered. Animals know this and that's why they seek seclusion when they're about to give birth. I thought this part of Laura Shanley's website so funny...and so true!:
"Purina's Handbook of Cat Care advises owners to pet the laboring cat
When my time comes to have another child, I've decided that I will definitely not be doing it in a hospital. I will be having my baby in the comfort of my home where I will be free to eat what I want, wear what I want, take a bath, take a shower, do whatever I want. I can't say that I will be doing it unassisted but I will be taking an unassisted type approach to it. I will not be checked every hour to see how dilated I am and I will not have my water broken. I plan to let my body tell me what I'm supposed to be doing and I trust that it will know exactly what to do even if I don't.
I feel bad when I think back to my first pregnancy. My baby was a footling breech and the midwives at the hospital looked at me like I had two heads when I mentioned having the baby naturally. It was standard procedure to have a c-section when your baby was heads up and I can remember going home and bawling my eyes out in the living room at the thought of having to have a c-section in that hospital. I know now that it would've been possible to have my baby naturally despite the fact that she was breech and I wish I had done my research back then so I could have made better decisions. I felt in a way like I had failed my daughter and done her a disservice. I'm hoping that any future babies I have will be born at home into my arms, the way I think it should be.
To end this post I thought I would share a video of an interview with Laura Shanley on Naked New York:
(I apologize, my blog template cuts the video off on the right side but you should still be able to watch it and see everything.)
If any of you reading this are interested in what I've said here, I would recommend going out and renting "The Business of Being Born". It's a documentary produced by Ricki Lake (I know, I also thought at first that it was going to be crap because of her association with it, but it was really well done and informative) about the history of childbirth and how it has come to be a business of sorts for North American hospitals. It does showcase births and how births are handled in the US rather than other countries but it was American made and still very interesting to watch because their customs aren't very different than ours.
One more thing I thought was interesting was an article I came across from the LA Times about maternal mortality rates rising in the US. Click here if you're interested in reading it. My favorite parts of the article were:
"Though the U.S. spends more per birth than any other nation, maternal mortality is higher here than in 40 other industrialized countries, including Croatia, Hungary and Macedonia, and is double that of Canada and much of Western Europe."
No kidding. Maybe that's because American hospitals are treating pregnancy like a medical procedure when it's not! They wouldn't have to spend so much money per birth if they left birthing mothers alone and stopped causing problems.
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"Finally, a mistaken belief that childbirth is no more dangerous than having a tooth pulled may have led to complacency in a field often chosen by doctors and nurses because it is a happy medical specialty."
Childbirth IS no more dangerous than having a tooth pulled! These are the things people read and then we wonder why fear is instilled in our society concerning something so natural and normal as having a baby.
The reasoning behind it says that women's bodies were designed to give birth and have been doing so for thousands of years without the intervention of doctors, midwives, drugs, etc. But since the early part of the 20th century, when doctors started becoming more frequent in communities and anesthesia was invented, pregnant women were being offered the luxury of a "pain free birth" if they would abandon the notion of giving birth with a "dirty" midwife and come into their "clean" hospitals. The women who agreed were definitely granted a pain free birth but they were also so sedated and drugged that they had no recollection of the birth itself, often waking up to a nurse handing them a baby they weren't even sure was theirs.
Then came the era where women were independent and able to make their own choices and decisions and they weren't going to settle for a painful, awful labour and delivery. They could have better! They could be pain free! It became so normal that in some hospitals in the 60's, women weren't even allowed to have a drug free labour and delivery. They weren't allowed to get up and walk around or do anything but lie in bed and wait to deliver their baby lying flat on their backs and when they would fight back about it, the doctor would give them an injection to sedate them because they were "crazy".
What people didn't know back then is that when a woman is giving birth, the hormone that's rushing through her system is oxytocin. It's the hormone responsible for bonding with your baby. Studies have been done with pregnant monkeys that show that when given an epidural, the monkey neglected and abandoned her newborn baby because she wasn't able to feel it being born, she wasn't able to benefit from oxytocin and thus didn't bond with her baby. In the wild, that baby would've died. Women are no different in the sense that we too are a breed of animal. Our bodies were designed to give birth without intervention.
Our society has created a fear surrounding pregnancy and birth and it's considered dangerous now to have a baby without drugs and doctors around you. The funny thing is, most of the complications involved in people's deliveries are caused by medical intervention in the first place. People are so grateful that their doctor was there to save the day when they weren't dilating quickly enough, or the baby's heart rate was dropping because it couldn't handle the mother's contractions. What they aren't being told is that labour and delivery do not accommodate other people's schedules (there should be no time limit on how long it takes you to deliver a baby, even if that means the doctor missing his golf game) and that the pitocin they were given to speed up their labour causes the uterus to have contractions that are much harder and closer together, therefore not giving the baby time to recover and causing his heart rate to drop. But don't worry! The doctor will be more than happy to jump in and give you a c-section! The most recent numbers from 2005-2006 indicate that 26% of babies born in Canada in a hospital were delivered via c-section (1 in 3 mothers will have a c-section in the US). Most of them were medically unnecessary. Now, don't get me wrong. I love doctors! I'm very grateful that we have doctors available to us 24/7 for anything from a migraine to a ruptured appendix but that's what they are good at. Medicine. They aren't supposed to be involved with pregnancy and labour and delivery because pregnancy, labour and delivery aren't medical procedures! They shouldn't be treated as such! I am aware that not every baby is born healthy and that not every mother delivers complication free. I know that there are times when medical professionals are required to intervene in order to save lives. I am 100%, totally on board with that but I think they jump in when they are not needed too often causing more harm than good.
There is no one helping our bodies to grow the baby from conception to delivery day, so why would we need help to deliver it? Our bodies are equipped with a birth response that delivers our babies from the womb with little help from ourselves. Our bodies know what they're doing! But there is something greater than the birth response called the fight/flight response and I think Dr. Grantly Dick-Read explains it perfectly:
"When a woman is in a state of fear, messages are sent to the body telling it there is a danger out there that must be fought or run away from. Blood and oxygen are instantly sent into the arms and legs enabling the frightened woman to fight the danger or run away. In order for this to happen, however, blood and oxygen must be drained from other organs which the body considers nonessential for fight or flight. This is why we turn white when we're afraid. The body assumes that our leg muscles need blood and oxygen more than our face does. Unfortunately, when it comes to fight or flight, the uterus is considered a nonessential organ. The uterus of a frightened woman in labor is literally white. Because it is deprived of "fuel" - blood and oxygen - it cannot function correctly, nor can waste products be properly carried away. Hence, the laboring woman experiences not only pain, but a multitude of problems."
The solution, he believed was twofold: not only do women need to stop being afraid but doctors need to stop interfering in the process. Labouring women do not need to be poked, prodded or drugged. Instead, they need to be calmly encouraged, or simply left alone so their bodies can work unhindered. Animals know this and that's why they seek seclusion when they're about to give birth. I thought this part of Laura Shanley's website so funny...and so true!:
"Purina's Handbook of Cat Care advises owners to pet the laboring cat
reassuringly and leave her on her own. She may stay in the box; on the other hand, don't be surprised if she doesn't. The best thing to do at this point is to do nothing. Keep quiet and do not attempt to help her - it's her problem. Mother nature usually takes over at this point and it is amazing to see how she goes about doing what comes naturally.
Unfortunately, this book is not on the required reading list in most medical schools! Doctors are taught to intervene in birth, and intervene they do."
Her website is about unassisted childbirth and therefore she encourages giving birth alone, without the help of a doctor or even a midwife. I can't say that I would feel completely comfortable giving birth completely alone, however I do understand and even agree that having a midwife present could hinder the birthing process. Perhaps it wouldn't if your midwife was someone you knew well and had a close relationship with, but more often than not, that is not the case. Usually your midwife is someone you meet for the first time when you find out you're expecting and then only see for a couple appointments throughout your pregnancy and once your baby is born you likely won't see her again. I think that having someone there who is essentially a stranger while trying to give birth could be really stressful on the pregnant woman causing her sense of fear to rise.When my time comes to have another child, I've decided that I will definitely not be doing it in a hospital. I will be having my baby in the comfort of my home where I will be free to eat what I want, wear what I want, take a bath, take a shower, do whatever I want. I can't say that I will be doing it unassisted but I will be taking an unassisted type approach to it. I will not be checked every hour to see how dilated I am and I will not have my water broken. I plan to let my body tell me what I'm supposed to be doing and I trust that it will know exactly what to do even if I don't.
I feel bad when I think back to my first pregnancy. My baby was a footling breech and the midwives at the hospital looked at me like I had two heads when I mentioned having the baby naturally. It was standard procedure to have a c-section when your baby was heads up and I can remember going home and bawling my eyes out in the living room at the thought of having to have a c-section in that hospital. I know now that it would've been possible to have my baby naturally despite the fact that she was breech and I wish I had done my research back then so I could have made better decisions. I felt in a way like I had failed my daughter and done her a disservice. I'm hoping that any future babies I have will be born at home into my arms, the way I think it should be.
To end this post I thought I would share a video of an interview with Laura Shanley on Naked New York:
(I apologize, my blog template cuts the video off on the right side but you should still be able to watch it and see everything.)
If any of you reading this are interested in what I've said here, I would recommend going out and renting "The Business of Being Born". It's a documentary produced by Ricki Lake (I know, I also thought at first that it was going to be crap because of her association with it, but it was really well done and informative) about the history of childbirth and how it has come to be a business of sorts for North American hospitals. It does showcase births and how births are handled in the US rather than other countries but it was American made and still very interesting to watch because their customs aren't very different than ours.
One more thing I thought was interesting was an article I came across from the LA Times about maternal mortality rates rising in the US. Click here if you're interested in reading it. My favorite parts of the article were:
"Though the U.S. spends more per birth than any other nation, maternal mortality is higher here than in 40 other industrialized countries, including Croatia, Hungary and Macedonia, and is double that of Canada and much of Western Europe."
No kidding. Maybe that's because American hospitals are treating pregnancy like a medical procedure when it's not! They wouldn't have to spend so much money per birth if they left birthing mothers alone and stopped causing problems.
-and-
"Finally, a mistaken belief that childbirth is no more dangerous than having a tooth pulled may have led to complacency in a field often chosen by doctors and nurses because it is a happy medical specialty."
Childbirth IS no more dangerous than having a tooth pulled! These are the things people read and then we wonder why fear is instilled in our society concerning something so natural and normal as having a baby.
Monday, May 31, 2010
Pampers vs. Huggies
Ok, so I know most of you have already heard my rant on this issue but I'm going to blog about it anyway because who knows? There may be other moms out there who feel the same way I do. A week ago today we had just gotten home from Halifax where we were hanging out with our friends from Ontario and I notice we only have one diaper left. I send Adam to the store to pick up some more expecting him to come back with a box of Pampers because we're a Pampers family (not because I have anything against Huggies but simply because we had started out buying Pampers when Mya was born and just kept on buying them.) I was surprised to see he had come back with a box of Huggies and asked him howcome he bought those instead of our usual brand. He said that Walmart was having a sale on Pampers and they were therefore sold out but since we still only had one diaper left he had to get the next brand available. Made sense.
My relationship with Huggies started out on a good note. They seemed to fit well and I had fallen in love with the little elastic piece on the back which kept them from sagging. I thought it was such an ingenious invention that I contemplated emailing Pampers to tell them that they should start putting them on all of their diapers because Pampers tend to sag once Mya starts filling them up. That was where the relationship died. That night we went about our normal bedtime routine: bath, jammies, stories, milk, and rock-a-baby before bed. I thought everything was bliss until 5am when Mya woke up crying, which was kind of unusual since she doesn't do that/hasn't done that in a really long time. I go in to see what the matter could be and discover that her and everything in the crib is soaked. In pee. Yay. After I change her pajamas and the sheet and the diaper and her blanket I go back to bed thinking "that was weird...that's never happened before."
Fast forward to the next night: same thing. The next night: same thing. The next night: same thing. It started to dawn on me that maybe it was those diapers she was wearing (I know what you're thinking, 'doesn't that seem like the obvious answer?' but at 5am when you're tired, your brain doesn't function properly). She had also started leaking throughout the day as well and by the fourth night that was the last straw! Out we went to buy some good ol' Pampers, but when we got to the store we found they were no longer on sale. That was ok by me! I grabbed a box as quick as I could and threw it in the back of my cart. I had never been so happy to be in possession of diapers! Now that Mya's wearing her old favorites, she's dry all night long and sleeping until 7-8am and that means I am too. Happy baby= happy mama. Even though Pampers tends to have a pretty good sag about them, I would much rather deal with a saggy diaper than a crying, wet baby at 5am every single night!
Now I'm considering emailing Huggies to let them know of my dissatisfaction with their product and CC'ing Pampers on it. It seems like you're either a hardcore fan of one team or the other. I was complaining about this to my friend Heidi one day and she said she was a die hard Huggies lover. She said anything that comes in the house that's Pampers brand gets sent right back to the store to be switched. I just don't understand this! How can they work so crappily for me yet so awesome for someone else? Am I not putting them on right? I thought they were all a pretty straight forward design...
Anyways, we've stocked the change table now with the good stuff and we're happy people again.
Now I've gotta go start my email to Huggies!
Which brand do you moms out there prefer?
My relationship with Huggies started out on a good note. They seemed to fit well and I had fallen in love with the little elastic piece on the back which kept them from sagging. I thought it was such an ingenious invention that I contemplated emailing Pampers to tell them that they should start putting them on all of their diapers because Pampers tend to sag once Mya starts filling them up. That was where the relationship died. That night we went about our normal bedtime routine: bath, jammies, stories, milk, and rock-a-baby before bed. I thought everything was bliss until 5am when Mya woke up crying, which was kind of unusual since she doesn't do that/hasn't done that in a really long time. I go in to see what the matter could be and discover that her and everything in the crib is soaked. In pee. Yay. After I change her pajamas and the sheet and the diaper and her blanket I go back to bed thinking "that was weird...that's never happened before."
Fast forward to the next night: same thing. The next night: same thing. The next night: same thing. It started to dawn on me that maybe it was those diapers she was wearing (I know what you're thinking, 'doesn't that seem like the obvious answer?' but at 5am when you're tired, your brain doesn't function properly). She had also started leaking throughout the day as well and by the fourth night that was the last straw! Out we went to buy some good ol' Pampers, but when we got to the store we found they were no longer on sale. That was ok by me! I grabbed a box as quick as I could and threw it in the back of my cart. I had never been so happy to be in possession of diapers! Now that Mya's wearing her old favorites, she's dry all night long and sleeping until 7-8am and that means I am too. Happy baby= happy mama. Even though Pampers tends to have a pretty good sag about them, I would much rather deal with a saggy diaper than a crying, wet baby at 5am every single night!
Now I'm considering emailing Huggies to let them know of my dissatisfaction with their product and CC'ing Pampers on it. It seems like you're either a hardcore fan of one team or the other. I was complaining about this to my friend Heidi one day and she said she was a die hard Huggies lover. She said anything that comes in the house that's Pampers brand gets sent right back to the store to be switched. I just don't understand this! How can they work so crappily for me yet so awesome for someone else? Am I not putting them on right? I thought they were all a pretty straight forward design...
Anyways, we've stocked the change table now with the good stuff and we're happy people again.
Now I've gotta go start my email to Huggies!
Which brand do you moms out there prefer?
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Long time no blog!
I'm sorry to all my blog followers for being such a bad blogger and not blogging since mother's day but I had a good reason! We had company come to visit us from Ontario and we were showing them the beautiful province of Nova Scotia. I think it worked too cause now they want to move here and I mean, who wouldn't? Nova Scotia kicks ass! They decided it would be easiest to rent an RV and drive here because they were bringing the whole fam and when I say RV...I mean, RV! I can't believe you can rent these things and not have to have a special license to drive one!
We showed them around Digby and Annapolis Royal and they got to go whale watching in Lunenburg and see Peggy's Cove before we met up with them again in Halifax for some more adventures. While in Digby, I took them somwhere that is native to NS: Frenchy's! They now heart Frenchy's and want to email Guy to tell him to hook them up with one in Ontario. Once we hit Halifax, Adam took them to the Keith's Brewery for a tour and I was so impressed to hear that Jason actually knew the words to Barrett's Privateers! I had burned a CD of NS music awhile ago and sent it to them telling them that it was required listening before the trip...clearly, Jason was the only one who did his homework because Kelly didn't know the words!
Then we were off to the Clay Cafe where the kids painted a plate to take back for Grampa and Wendy. Kelly thought that place was kick ass too and gave her information to the owner so he could email her info on franchising. We were lucky and were hit with some beaaa-u-tiful weather while we were in Halifax. On the second day, it felt like 33 with the humidex! If that's what it feels like in May then I think I'm going to be screwed for July/August....ugh. The Swanson-Fox's didn't complain though! Ontario gets to sweltering temps in summer and they had been freezing the whole time they were here even though it was super super nice!!
One night we had supper at Nana's house and she had cooked us up some bbq'd ribs! They were sooo yummy! Josh, Sophie and Mya all thought so! We gave Mya a piece and she ate it just like a Flintstone and cleaned it off really well! I was rather impressed cause she out did me...
We took a walk through the Public Gardens while we were in Halifax because well, the gardens are just too pretty not to walk through and the kids really got a kick out of the geese. Mya likes now that she can get out of the stroller and stretch her legs and walk around.
It was a good vacation and I hope they had fun but it was sad when it was time to see them go. I think Mya is really going to miss having the kids around to play with! Hopefully we'll get to see them again soon and we can take a trip out there this summer to spend some time in their neck of the woods!
We showed them around Digby and Annapolis Royal and they got to go whale watching in Lunenburg and see Peggy's Cove before we met up with them again in Halifax for some more adventures. While in Digby, I took them somwhere that is native to NS: Frenchy's! They now heart Frenchy's and want to email Guy to tell him to hook them up with one in Ontario. Once we hit Halifax, Adam took them to the Keith's Brewery for a tour and I was so impressed to hear that Jason actually knew the words to Barrett's Privateers! I had burned a CD of NS music awhile ago and sent it to them telling them that it was required listening before the trip...clearly, Jason was the only one who did his homework because Kelly didn't know the words!
Then we were off to the Clay Cafe where the kids painted a plate to take back for Grampa and Wendy. Kelly thought that place was kick ass too and gave her information to the owner so he could email her info on franchising. We were lucky and were hit with some beaaa-u-tiful weather while we were in Halifax. On the second day, it felt like 33 with the humidex! If that's what it feels like in May then I think I'm going to be screwed for July/August....ugh. The Swanson-Fox's didn't complain though! Ontario gets to sweltering temps in summer and they had been freezing the whole time they were here even though it was super super nice!!
One night we had supper at Nana's house and she had cooked us up some bbq'd ribs! They were sooo yummy! Josh, Sophie and Mya all thought so! We gave Mya a piece and she ate it just like a Flintstone and cleaned it off really well! I was rather impressed cause she out did me...
We took a walk through the Public Gardens while we were in Halifax because well, the gardens are just too pretty not to walk through and the kids really got a kick out of the geese. Mya likes now that she can get out of the stroller and stretch her legs and walk around.
It was a good vacation and I hope they had fun but it was sad when it was time to see them go. I think Mya is really going to miss having the kids around to play with! Hopefully we'll get to see them again soon and we can take a trip out there this summer to spend some time in their neck of the woods!
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Mother's Day
For mother's day I was given a weekend away in Halifax to spend time with my one and only: Suzanne! I got to shop, eat, get a mani/pedi and shower whenever I wanted to without worrying about nap schedules, crying babies, bedtime routines, etc. It was BLISS! I thoroughly enjoyed my girl time and felt very happy that it was suggested. Although, it made me want to do it more often than once a year on mother's day. I went up on Friday after Adam got home from school and we rented a movie and chatted until late drinking wine...it was oh so wonderful but I think I could've done without that last glass of wine. On Saturday morning we got mani/pedi's and shopped and grabbed some lunch before I hopped over to catch a coffee with a newly engaged friend and to catch up! After that we did some more shopping and then went home to watch the movie we never got to watch the night before cause we talked too much. I know...me? Talk too much? Never! Then we crashed and when I woke up it was time to come back home so I could spend the real mother's day with my little fam.
As much fun as it was to get away and have fun on my own, I really missed miss mya and Adam. I had never been away from the bebe for a whole night before and that weekend I was away for two! She seemed happy to see me when I got home, and it made me happy to see that maybe she missed me a little bit too. Adam asked if I wanted my mother's day present when I got home and said it was in her room. I asked why it was in her room and he said that it was kind of a present for both me and her. So, I opened the door and saw that he had made her a growth chart! I had been wanting a nice one for a long time, a wooden one that we could remove from the wall and take with us when we move and he made one! I was so impressed! Mostly because my husband isn't the handiest of husbands and I wouldn't have expected him to make one, but he did. And I was touched by the thoughtfulness. I think it turned out awesome too!
He even marked Mya's height when she was a year old! Aww...best husband ever. Especially because he was willing to walk around town with the stroller rigged up looking like this after he left the hardware store:
Poor guy had no choice because I had the car, but he couldn't have felt he looked too stupid because once he left the hardware store he walked to the grocery store to buy some much needed chips and pop! I bet a few heads turned while he walked through the store....! Ah well, it was all well intended and I love him for it. I hope all the other mother's out there had a wonderful day too!
As much fun as it was to get away and have fun on my own, I really missed miss mya and Adam. I had never been away from the bebe for a whole night before and that weekend I was away for two! She seemed happy to see me when I got home, and it made me happy to see that maybe she missed me a little bit too. Adam asked if I wanted my mother's day present when I got home and said it was in her room. I asked why it was in her room and he said that it was kind of a present for both me and her. So, I opened the door and saw that he had made her a growth chart! I had been wanting a nice one for a long time, a wooden one that we could remove from the wall and take with us when we move and he made one! I was so impressed! Mostly because my husband isn't the handiest of husbands and I wouldn't have expected him to make one, but he did. And I was touched by the thoughtfulness. I think it turned out awesome too!
He even marked Mya's height when she was a year old! Aww...best husband ever. Especially because he was willing to walk around town with the stroller rigged up looking like this after he left the hardware store:
Poor guy had no choice because I had the car, but he couldn't have felt he looked too stupid because once he left the hardware store he walked to the grocery store to buy some much needed chips and pop! I bet a few heads turned while he walked through the store....! Ah well, it was all well intended and I love him for it. I hope all the other mother's out there had a wonderful day too!
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
We all scream for ice cream!
Tonight after supper we went for a walk to get some ice cream for dessert. Mya had never had ice cream before and I thought it was going to be a hit from the first bite but when I put the cone in her hand and pushed the ice cream towards her lips, she made this awful face like I had just stuck a lemon in there. So, I gave her another taste and she made the face again. I wish I had gotten a picture of it! By the third lick she was hooked and gobbled the whole thing down.
First ice cream
Halfway through and not stopping!
Ahh...all done!
Looks like it was good!
First ice cream
Halfway through and not stopping!
Ahh...all done!
Looks like it was good!
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Summer butt
Mya is getting older and wanting to explore more, so outside she goes to play in the front yard with her dad
and that results in summer butt because of the millions of dandelions that cover our front lawn.
She did such a good job, she cleaned the pants right off of her. Now before I leave you, I just want to share one more picture that was taken while we were outside.
When I saw it, it reminded me of a similar pic we took when she was just 5 months old.
To me she looks exactly the same, only she has more teeth and hair now. Too bad that hat doesn't fit her anymore.
and that results in summer butt because of the millions of dandelions that cover our front lawn.
No worries though. They're play pants so I don't really care if the yellow comes out or not. After playing outside they thought it might be a good idea to come in and clean their clubs to get them ready for the next day's golf outing.
She did such a good job, she cleaned the pants right off of her. Now before I leave you, I just want to share one more picture that was taken while we were outside.
When I saw it, it reminded me of a similar pic we took when she was just 5 months old.
To me she looks exactly the same, only she has more teeth and hair now. Too bad that hat doesn't fit her anymore.
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