Showing posts with label Rowan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rowan. Show all posts

Friday, April 27, 2012

Tiny Dancer

Maya finished her eight week dance class and we got to go in and see what they've been working on. Of course, all those people staring at you (including Grandpa Mal and Grandma Paula) makes Maya embarrassed so, here's a few of her best embarrassed faces while dancing. Rowie loves our porch swing, he points to it and says "Again?" whenever he gets out of the car. Maya's next dance class (and a dance camp this summer) doesn't start until June...until then, we're looking for a swimming class.

Monday, March 21, 2011

Shamelessly Adorable

Here are photos of the babies from January to present!!







Thursday, January 6, 2011

New


Shortly before New Year's, Maya finally got to go out in the snow. The temperature was perfect for her to dive right in and work on perfecting her snow angel. "Do you love it momma? Do you love my angels?" Thank you Ruby from "Max and Ruby" for teaching Maya all about snow angels.


Here you also see a picture of Maya tentatively hugging Max while he's playing video games. New Year's Eve was low key at our house. I tried to take Maya swimming but Bender Pool had misadvertised that they were going to be open!! They made my baby cry!! So, we went and bought her this fabulous pink tutu swimsuit.


This is my baby that doesn't sleep. Just like his uncle Chris. He likes to eat his hands, coo and sorta laugh, smile at Maya, and be adorable.

Swimming two days later...

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Christmas Day In The Morning, and Evening....

A lovely sight on Christmas Day, Maya loves her Rowie.
I was so busy helping Maya open presents Christmas Day while Kyle shot video, that I didn't get any photos..boo. This is what Santa left her the night before.
These are all pictures from Christmas at Great Grandma and Grandpa's house. Maya opened "The Mystery Machine" and was done with presents. She literally refused to open anymore. Can you blame her? It's the freakin' Mystery Machine Man! Her princesses ride in it too.


A whole bunch o' candy face!!

Maya loved Great Grandma's Christmas displays of tiny little things..and she loves nativity sets. "Oh, here's the baby Jesus, let him in the barn." She let the cow, donkey, and sheep in first. And of course the wise men because they have beards like daddy.

Happy New Year!!

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Return of the Dragon

At about midnight on October 25th, my water broke at home, at 1AM after making Kyle change the sheets and take out the garbage we went to the hospital..I was 8 centimeters dilated by the time they got their hands on me...but this delivery was different. It was easier and not nearly as exhausting (having slept the night before certainly helped this time), and the pushing was spaced apart (I had "couplet" contractions because Rowan was "sunny side up", so there would be a big contraction followed almost immediately by a smaller one instead of WHAM WHAM!! OUCH! OUCH!) so getting to 8 cm wasn't so bad. I still got the epidural though. And it was such a good epidural my left side was dead, completely dead until mid afternoon, almost twelve hours later. This was not a comfortable feeling.

After pushing for a while (I got to 10 cm and contractions stopped until I rolled on my side, this was not fun to push in.) The dude that was supposed to deliver was stuck at St. Luke's so...he called my wonderful doctor who showed up, did some magic ("can we lay her down more?" and "can we turn these lights off?") and told me he'd be out by 7:30. Our Rowie was born at 7:20. Rowie at ten minutes old!

Maya is in love, she's the most "goo goo gah gah, I love you" sister ever. But she's having trouble adjusting to not being the center of our world. We often hear, "Put the baby down!" or "Put Rowie in his bouncy chair!" And my person favorite, "Momma can hold the baby!"

Rowie, as we call him, makes the same Dragon noises Maya did, but he also grunts when he stretches and also when he's trying to poop in his sleep. This makes it hard for us to sleep. His grunts are so sweet. At first when he screamed he sounded like a little screaming eagle, now he sounds like a cat drowning. It is also so sweet.

There is more to tell, but he's a cranky little lad and prone to screaming at this time of night. Currently he weighs over ten pounds, he's my fat baby. Always wanted one of those (Thanksgiving's coming up...)