If this was a post about being bored, it would be completely empty because we haven't been bored in a really - really - long time.
I hope to have wedding pictures to share next week from the union between Dana's brother Adam and a fellow graduate from the Chester High School Class of 2001 Courtney. Just tying up a few prior session's edits before I can dive into them. They are awesome though! And on a personal note, it was great to see a few people from my past and reconnect with classmates, friends and Dana's family. Good stuff!
All 4 kids are growing like weeds and keeping up super busy. Easton and Ember will be dedicated at church this weekend so fun this will take place there for sure!
Max had shots yesterday (the 18month shots a few months late) along with a well child check. We were given a clean bill of health and after a follow up with the ENT specialist hopefully next month the abscessed parotid gland should be behind us!
And big news for Gage: he starts preschool in just under two weeks!! We are very much ready to transition into a new routine and anxious to hear all kinds of new stories from his adventure. I knew he's ready and will have a load of fun! Remember Shelby? Her mom Kelli will be one of his teachers! He's pretty pumped.
Earlier this week Dana sent a frantic message feeling disconnected because she didn't know anything about preschool. Here's the info she requested. I really got a kick out of her message so thought I would share.
Backpack: its gold (parts are metallic even) with a bull and rider on the front. We snagged it at a western store in Bismarck ND.
Supplies: Most of the supplies are provided, but he has to take a box of Kleenex, a roll of paper towels and a package of small paper cups.
Wearing the first day: whatever he wants. So probably "sweatpants shorts" and a long sleeve shirt with his Puma sneakers.
Riding: the public transit bus after school. Mom or Dad will drop him off (whoever gets out the door in time, so probably Dad). :)
We are pumped! Boys are here to visit (the sitter's headed to the hospital to coach a friend through labor!!) so I better fire up a movie.
Friday, August 26, 2011
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Here I am, on maternity leave. I promised Kim my creative juices would flow during my 10 weeks at home, so I best follow through. And what a better way to start than detailing my journey in to maternity leave?
After being home for about an hour and a half my brother called and needed rescuing. His pickup had stalled at the gas station in front of the pump. He asked David to come and pull him away from the pump and give him a ride home. It was about 9:30pm and Easton was just getting out of the tub. I told David I wasn’t comfortable with him leaving for an hour and a half because my contractions were coming every 15-20 minutes. His response, “Ride along then.” So we did. We threw Easton’s pajamas on and hopped in the car. This is when David becomes totally oblivious to what’s going on. He doesn’t see me throw the rest of Easton’s “hospital/overnight” bag together and throw it in the back seat. He doesn’t see me keeping track of contractions on my cell phone. In fact, I’m not entirely certain he saw me get in the front seat of the car beside him. Okay, it wasn’t that bad…but (he claims) I hadn’t clued him to how serious I was about the fact that I may very well be going in to labor.
The rest of the night/next morning goes something like this:
9:30pm - We leave the house to rescue my brother from the gas station.
10:30pm - We drop my brother and his finance off and I pose David with the “What should we do now”? question. He is still clueless and responds with “Go home?” I tell him I’d rather not drive all the way back home because I’m still having contractions and I think I want to go to the hospital. David asks if we can at least go back and get his glasses. Really David?!?
10:45pm - We arrive at my mom and dad’s farm (this is the half-way point between our house and the hospital) to decide what to do. David asks if he can leave Easton and I there and go back home to get his glasses.
11:00pm - I make the final call – to the hospital we go.
11:45pm - We arrive at the Emergency Room and I tell them I need to check in to labor and delivery. They look at me as if I’m one of “those” people. You know, the ones who aren’t really in labor but think they are.
2:45am - 8cm dilated.