Month 14

  

PALOMA

:knows how to make a kissing sound with her lips

:calls out to jonas by saying, "hey"

:likes to stand on top of our night stand and look out the window

:has a goofy laugh, and a goofy personality

:likes to sneak little rocks into her mouth 

:sometimes shyly puts her little head down if someone is talking to her
:says "pease, pease" when she is asking her brothers for whatever they are eating. we don't know if she is saying please or piece.  hmm...

Not bad, not bad at all

 

Last week was not a good week for me.  It was stressful.  

Today was good.  The house was a mess, but I didn't let it get to me.  It's always a mess anyway.  I stayed calm and happy and all was good.

 

A happy boy on his bike.

 All three watching cartoons. 

First there was one, then there were two, and now there are three little people who liven up this house.

Update

The thing about the phone being broken is old news. 
I have a new phone now.
A very nice new phone that I will take care of and protect. 
I will not leave it on overflowing sink counters or allow a baby (girl) to hold it, at all.

Thanks to my husband for the new phone, it's lovely!

My Tuesday

I’m spent.  Today was truly a trying, or did I mean tiring, day.  So many little things happened that had me going around like a chicken with its head cut off.  So much so, that my phone is not working now.  Another phone broken is so typical of me, it’s embarrassing. 

The babes were extra wild.   Angus kept doing the opposite of what I asked him to do or not do.  Jonas was good, but was not up for going to school after he hurt himself in the bathtub.   Paloma fell asleep in her towel, diaper-less, after I gave her a bath. 

When she woke up, I let her walk around for a few minutes without clothes or a diaper, while I served the boys some ice cream.  I walked back out from the kitchen to discover a lovely little poop mess.   I cleaned her up and was washing her hands in the sink, walked out of the bathroom without turning the faucet off.  I didn’t realize the sink plug was in.  I walked in to turn it off and saw water overflowing.  My phone got wet because I had set it down on the counter. 

I had a wet phone, water on the floor, a crying Paloma in her crib, poop in the dining area yet to be cleaned, but at least there were two happy boys enjoying some rocky road, sharing one chair.  (I want to remember them sitting there together, always, because they looked so darn cute.)  All of this on top of other spills and fits that took place in the morning.

“I’ll clean the bathtub for you.  That will make you feel better,” Jonas said after finishing up his ice cream.  He either hugs me or tries to help out when I look a little stressed.

“Be careful in there,“ I said.  “It‘s slippery.” 

Soon after I said that, he slipped and hit his face.  I ran in after I heard him cry out and saw that his nose was bleeding.  He was okay, just scared at the site of blood. 

I let him stay home from school. 

Which then threw naps out of whack.  Which means I didn't get a break.  Which means the messes I cleaned up, were followed by more messes.  Which means that by four, I was wishing it was bed time or that Miah would show up.  Well, they sure were not tired at four and Miah never showed up.

I did manage to get them to bed by eight.  All three sleeping in the same bed, at the same time.  A high five to myself for that! 

Tomorrow is going to be better.  Tomorrow will be easy after experiencing today.   Whatever happened today, will not happen again tomorrow.  There will be a new craziness that I will try to be ready for, tomorrow.

This moment

March...a month of firsts

: Angus is almost potty trained. He is oh, so close and I am so proud of him for catching on fast.  "I gotta go potty.  Go to, mom," he says.

: Jonas rides a bike with only two-wheels. It didn't take long for him to learn.  Another proud moment.  Now he rides fast, up and down the curb, around our cul-de-sac, everywhere.

: Paloma slept through the night...one night in March. 

November 13, 2005 ~ Jonas Encarnacion

~~I never had a chance to write down my children's birth stories.  I've read and listened to a few of them and  told mine, but I want my babes to know about the hours before, during and after they were born.  So, in honor of babes being born, here's the first story.~~

Jeremiah and I had planned a relaxing Saturday. I was feeling good.  We got up, attended a barbecue that a friend of ours invited us to and so began the wait.  I had been having contractions throughout the day, but nothing serious or regular that would cause me to stop what I was doing.  

We were newbies at this birth thing.  We didn't even know what the baby in my belly was going to be.   Had some favorite boy names.  Don't think we picked any girl names, so I believe in our hearts we kind of knew.  

When we were leaving the park, I talked to Miah's aunt Kathy on the phone and asked her what a real, full on, going-into-labor contraction was going to feel like.  

Her words of wisdom: "It'll feel like the bottom half of your body is being ripped apart from the top half."

Ouch!  Surprisingly, I was not scared, just thinking, okay, so far, not feeling that.  Whew!

Went home, had Miah mop the floor, took a shower, put on some comfortable clothes, sat on the couch and waited.  

Called the doctor at about six because the contractions were getting closer, not strong, but more frequent, and had some other stuff happening.  A male doctor I had never met picked up the call and said I was in the first stage of labor.  He advised us to go ahead and drive to the hospital.  

We got ready, eager as were to turn our family of two to three, we arrived quickly.  The nurse checked me out, gave me something to help me sleep better.  Why I took that, I have no idea.  I felt sleepy the rest of the night when I needed to be awake.  Like I said, newbies here.  We were sent home. 

I called my mom and told her to come over, because this night was going to be the night.  I fell asleep and at about midnight, I remember distinctly turning to my side and feeling a POP.  My water had broken.  I went to the bathroom, came back into the bedroom and told Miah it was time.  He rushed like a good husband and got me, my mom and our stuff in the truck and we were on our way. 

The shivering began instantly.  In the truck, I was shaking, while Miah was driving, fast.  I don't recall when the hard contractions started but boy were they tough to endure.

I wasn't for or against getting an epidural.  I just thought it would be cool to bring our child into this world without it, but things don't always turn out how one would like.  I got it and felt some relief.  The right side of my body was happy and pain free while the left side was just not feeling good.  I slept and awoke off and on.  Hours passed.  Miah was right by my side the entire time.  I remember seeing his face every time I awoke. 

Finally, Sunday at about 10 in the morning, I was ready and boy was I ready.  All I was thinking when I was ready to push was that I could not wait to see my baby and I was going to push as hard as my mind and body could push.  It didn't take me long. 

And then he was out and I felt so much relief and happiness.  I heard Dr. O say he was a boy, heard his cry and saw my little person for the very first time right in front of me.   

I'll never forget his skin being a light shade of red from all the crying, his little nose looked smooshed from the too-tight space he was living in, the skin around his eyes swollen, his wrinkly fingers were holding his arms crossed, and his dark, dark hair was long. 

He was perfect.  

When it was time to fill in the birth certificate information, after hours of looking at our sweet little boy, without hesitation, no discussion was needed, we both knew his name was Jonas.

these days...