Memorial Day weekend we blessed Squeaky and Tweedledum and Tweedledee were baptized. We had lots of family in for it but unfortunately didn't get a picture of everyone together.
I wasn't trying to be the only one not in white for this picture, but the Tank was having a nothing-is=about-me moment.
He came back and allowed us to take a picture of just him.
The school year was wrapped up with the annual talent show. The Tank's class did a skit to the song "Down on Grandpa's Farm"
Tweedledee played piano and sang.
Tweedledum was sick with another bout of strep throat and wasn't feeling up to playing his song. I took him later to say goodbye to his teacher.
All the kids loved their teachers and had a great time with them!
We spent most of the summer hanging out at the pool.
We took a trip to my dad's house to celebrate his 60th birthday. His sisters made him a quilt to honor him and his service in the Navy. My older brother even flew out and we all had a great time visiting.
Ten years ago I was woken up by my mom's then-boyfriend telling us to turn on the tv because a plane had crashed into one of the World Trade Center towers. Moments later I watched the second plane crash. Then I got myself ready to go to class to take my first exam for the semester in my newswriting class. On the way to campus I heard on the radio that another plane had crashed into the Pentagon. At the time my biggest concern was my dad who works in Arlington. I'll never forget the fear on my friend's face when I got to class. Her brother was attending the Naval Academy in Annapolis, MD and we feared they would be attacked next. In the following weeks I became an emotional mess, crying at the drop of a hat. I had no idea how the events that day would further impact my life.
Fast forward three months to New Year's Eve. I was at a dance for singles and met my future husband. His uncle had died at the Pentagon, serving in the Navy in the communications office in E-ring. As a newlywed couple on the one-year anniversary of the attacks, we were able to attend the memorial service held at the Pentagon and go inside to see how they had rebuilt and the memorial they have inside.
Commander Patrick Dunn
Uncle Pat has been honored with his only daughter and two great-nephews being named after him.
When I was pregnant with Tweedledum and Tweedledee and we found out one of them was a boy our thoughts immediately went to Uncle Pat and the decision was made to use his name. Tweedledee knows who he was named for and knows that something terrible happened to NeNe's brother and that's why he was given that name. Eventually they will be old enough for the images and details of that terrible day. For now we just need to remember all of those who were lost that day and keep their families and loved ones in our thoughts. And remember that we will see him again someday. Oh how I look forward to meeting Uncle Pat.
What is it about young babies that make people feel the need to make comments on their size? Squeaky is two months old now and everyone still tells me how little she is. When they ask her birth weight the reaction every time is, "She doesn't look that big!" How big does 10 pounds look to you? No, she does not have fat rolls all over her body. She is long and skinny and had problems gaining weight at the beginning. It took her six weeks just to get back to her birth weight! This was my latest encounter last night at Wal-Mart.
Random Lady: How old is she? Me: Two months RL: She's so little! Was she a preemie? Me: Nope. She was actually really big when she was born, but had some trouble gaining weight. RL: She's not a failure-to-thrive baby, is she? Me: No, she's not.
Last night Tweedledee had Girl Scouts and I just had to share this photo of her. They were playing Indian Tag. There are 8 cups of paint placed at various spots in the area and everyone has a paintbrush. You have to find all 8 paint cups and paint the color onto your face. The first one back wins.
I'm pretty sure covering your face with warpaint wouldn't fly as an activity back home.
This is what it looks like when you have 9 1/2 pounds of baby in you.
This is where I had planned on Squeaky making her appearance.
Sometimes even the best laid plans don't work out. Last Monday I had passed the 42 week mark and my midwife and I decided that an honest try at castor oil was the next step. Do you know what a full dose of castor oil is? 6 oz. That's the whole bottle folks. Do you know what that much castor oil does to you? Well, if you're me then it does NOT put you into labor and DOES put you in the bathroom for 12 hours.
Moving on. All that day also Baby Girl's activity had dropped dramatically and I was getting a little nervous. The next day I was sent to the hospital for a Non-Stress Test. There was no activity when they put us on the monitor so we were sent to Ultrasound for a Biophysical Profile. Everything looked great there so we went back up to Maternity and were put back on the monitor. Still no activity. After calling Hubby and discussing our options, we felt like the best thing would be for me to stay and have my water broken. They did and still nothing. Was this baby ever going to come out?!
Eventually they hooked me up to pitocin and after 4 hours of turning it up and up and up, it kicked in. Squeaky was born two hours later. Despite my fears of pitocin, I was still able to have a natural birth and the midwife that delivered did everything she could to give me as close to a home birth experience as possible. I was able to move around, not being stuck on my back when it came time to push. She waited for the cord to stop pulsing before it was cut. And most importantly, they didn't take the baby to be weighed until I was ready. They did her initial Apgar testing while she was still laying on me and simply waited for me to be ready. It really turned out to be a wonderful birth experience. Tweedledum staying as far away from the baby as possible. Have I mentioned before how UN-excited he was that there was going to be a new member of our family?
Tweedledee, the complete opposite of Tweedledum.
Tank. Excited to be there and see us, just not ready to hold her yet.
Bug, so happy and excited to be a big sister!
Tank finally holding her this past Sunday. So proud! While he has only held her a couple more times since then, he loves to pet her head.