Sunday, November 29, 2009


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I think something is wrong.

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All he does is sleep and yet I'm exhausted. And half the time it's because I can't stop kissing him while he sleeps! Anybody with half a brain would just SLEEP, but could you, with that lying next to you?

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Sam I Am

At 7:43 p.m. on 11/23/09, Sam Wesley was born. 7 pounds, 3 ounces, 19.5 inches. We like him.

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Eviction Notice #1

Breaking News:

This morning at approximately 9:06 a.m., Baby B #2 was given Eviction Notice #1 in the form of a castor oil smoothie.


Saturday, November 21, 2009

Another skateboarding video and an awful pregnant moment

First, a video of Brian videoing while skateboarding behind Mrs. Audrey and John-John:

And now a late-pregnancy moment:

So, today I was talking to another pregnant mom while at our old stomping grounds of Radnor Lake (I'm trying to walk the baby out). It's someone we see there from time to time, and she and I have often discussed our close due dates.

Today the subject turned to names, and I asked her if she had one picked out.

Oh yes: "Londen."

So I say, "Oh, like the city."

Yes, but with an "e" instead of the second "o."


"I like that," I say.

But then instead of just moving on, I had to ask, "What's the last name?"


Now I am 40.5 weeks pregnant, a little hormonal, and slightly insane to begin with, but none of that excuses my response of laughing, obnoxiously, out loud. I all but sang the song.

Then to add insult to injury, I asked about the middle name.


At this point, Brian has (rightly) evacuated the disaster area, but I'm still going ... I'm clarifying the exact vowel sound in the word "Fallon" -- is it short "a" like "Falcon" or an "ah" sound?

Luckily, it's short because I don't even wanna know what I might have said about a name phonetically equivalent to "London Fallen Bridges."

But YOU, reader, wouldn't you agree -- if one chooses to name a child something like that, then one can reasonably expect some snickers, right? I mean, YOU would've been tempted to at least CLARIFY (if not laugh), correct?

On the way back to the car, Brian is alternately saying things like, "Kim, I cannot believe you laughed out loud!" and "What if she plays sports when she's older ... OH NO! London Bridges has fallen down!"

Unfortunately, none of the laughing or hiking today has made me have even one contraction. I've been taking evening primrose oil, raspberry leaf tea, eating spicy foods, walking, and doing some other inappropriate-to-mention-on-a-blog things that are all supposed to bring on labor. But I know in my heart that I'm gonna end up choking down that awful concoction of castor oil, spending 2 hours on the toilet, and then maybe possibly perhaps getting some minor cramps. That baby is in there living large. Apparently my uterus is like a fetal paradise.

Oh well. Happy Saturday.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Past My Due Date Thoughts

The first time I had a baby, I asked my mother to bring some board games so we'd have something to do while the baby slept.

She's a good mom; she brought the games. She didn't even say anything about how stupid it was for me to think that one has time to play board games with one's family members while nursing a newborn, healing, and, um, moving from Wisconsin to Tennessee.

I kept the games, but now it's been five years and they still haven't been played.

I hope that this time around I am neither as naive pre-birth nor as frustrated after. The baby might not sleep. At all. And that's OK. Some don't. But eventually it gets better. I couldn't see that for a LONG time with the first one.

And now the second. This one is also late, and I have two predominant theories about this fetal tardiness:

1) The apple doesn't fall far.
2) They can hear me, and they're terrified.

When John was overdue, the doctor would check me and say, "You are high and tight and thick." After 9 days of those adjectives, I shot some castor oil and evicted the little sucker.

With this one, I am 1 day late, station -3, 2 cm dilated, and 60% effaced. So, by my estimates that's "high and a titch loose and thinning." The plan is to do everything possible this weekend (short of the castor oil eviction notice) to go into labor. If that doesn't work, then on Wednesday the midwife will sweep my membranes and give me a "cocktail" consisting of castor oil, almond butter, and champagne. If THAT doesn't work (which, according to the midwife, is impossible), then I'll be induced on December 2nd. DECEMBER?


PRAY for a weekend delivery.

Monday, November 16, 2009

His preschool teacher's husband was a professional skateboarder.

One day at school I was chatting with Mrs. Audrey, John's pre-K teacher, about his interest in skatebording. She casually said, "Did you know my husband was a professional skateboarder?" Um, no. Didn't know that, but, um, WOW! The next day she said, "My husband said he'd love to meet y'all at the skate park sometime." Um, YEAH! So finally on Saturday we were able to coordinate our schedules. Brian took John for 2 hours of skateboard fun. Based on their reactions, I'm not sure who had more fun, dad or son, as Mr. Rodney brought enough skateboards for all to try. The dad has even amended his Christmas list to include a long board. Here's a video of the "lesson:"

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Tuesday, November 03, 2009

Halloween 2009

Optimus & Bumblebee
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Goin' to church

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Monday, November 02, 2009