Welp, the city has changed a lot in the last few days. Everything is closed and cancelled including kids and kyle's school.
We tried to get Tru's passport, but it looks like it won't happen. Thankfully, we called the border and they say that they'll let us back into the US - so driving is our only choice.
We had to pack the house because this is our only chance to get the trailer out - so we spent a few hours getting that done.
We'll leave tomorrow afternoon and be home by Wednesday.
Good bye, Mexico. :)
April 27, 2009
April 20, 2009
Back to Work!
I remember several months ago (seems like a lifetime) commenting to Kyle that I would probably only need a few days off from work. I mean, I sit on my butt and type for a living - how much postpartum recovery does a person really need to get that done? It turns out that I was physically ready to work long before I was mentally or emotionally ready - and it only took me a few days postpartum to figure that out.
Today is the day that I promised to return - and as I just told Ashley - I'm not dead yet. :p The True-ster has napped quietly for the last few hours, Sully is playing with (allegedly) sick Adeline, and I've already done enough work that if I don't get anything else done for the rest of the day, I can call it good.
I realize today that this picture, taken a week ago, is already outdated. All that hair on top has fallen out and he has baby zits galore. I still think he's adorable. ;)Truman was a month old yesterday! It was the longest shortest month of my life. I wish I could have it back, but I'm REALLY glad its gone. If you've had a baby any time in the last millenium, I'm sure you can relate.
He is just a DOLL. The kids all love him. *I* mega-love him. Kyle is searching for the perfect nickname for him. . .so far he is kicking around "Trumagotchi". I told him it won't stick, but I said that about Sullivan's nickname too - and now I call him "Boulevard" all the time. Don't ask me how Kyle came up with Boulevard for my little Sullimander. :p
I'm too far behind on real blogging to actually catch up. The short version: Easter was fun. Easter breakfast with friends. Missed a bunch of church. Kids have been sick WAY more than is fair for their mommy with a new baby. Spring Break was a lot of fun. I'm glad its over.
Picture from the Easter breakfast. Adeline woke up SICK. Kyle stayed home with her while I took the boys. I still haven't decided who got the better end of the deal. I think it was possibly me. I had three kids - but HE had to clean up throwup. Only 39 days until we leave. WHATTT?? Yup - 39 more days and we leave our ex-pat life behind. I'm worried we have a serious adjustment phase ahead of us. I mean, we haven't used real cell phones in like. . . 4years. Will the preschoolers make fun of us for not knowing how to text?? The horror.
April 3, 2009
April 2, 2009
Best Day Ever - or just a decent day.
If you had asked me last night what kind of day it was going to be, I would have guessed it would be awful. Rewind to last night when Sullivan presented with a high fever, an achy body, a sad disposition and an unwillingness to take any kind of medicine. I even tried hiding it in juice - he figured me out. Around 8:30 I laid with him in my bed and he fell quickly (back) to sleep. Our night moved along normally (as normally as a night with a newborn can move along, i.e. sleep, feed, change, repeat) until 1:00, when Tru decided that sleep was for the birds and fussing and farting was more his style. (Note to self: keep Mylicon close to bed tonight.) Tru fussing + Sullivan in our bed = 3 out of 4 master bed inhabitants awake and alert for 1.5 hours in the middle of MY night. Grrrr, frustration, weep (me). For the record, the fourth inhabitant did wake up and try to bounce the smallest inhabitant for a few minutes while the mom inhabitant whimpered and whined in frustration. Then the aforementioned inhabitant went back to snoring. . .errr, um - I mean sleeping. Somewhere around 2:45 a.m., I realized that everyone was asleep except for me, and after one last nudge in the ribs to the dad inhabitant, I dozed off myself.
The alarm went off at 6:30 and I got up to get the kids ready for school. No, this is NOT the beginning of the GOOD day. They dressed, they groomed, they ate, they packed, and I sent them out the door with Kyle. I tiptoed back up to my bed and after a diaper change and a sleepy feed, we all went back to sleep. (Cue the beginning of the good day). We slept, soundly, and peacefully until 10:30 a.m. WHAT? Yes - 10:30. I don't think I've done that since I was a teenager - or maybe it was before I had kids. (Holding my breath for Ashley's pregnant teenager joke here). I was SO asleep that I didn't even hear Joana knock on the door, but because this was a GOOD day - she came in and started picking up the house for me.
Like any child would do on a good day, Sullivan woke up without a fever and with only a little bit of residual stuffiness.
I spent the majority of my day bouncing from the couch to the bed to the shower to the chair to any other place that qualifies as a flat surface fit for nursing a baby. It was good.
Kyle and the kids came home. Guff went to Tae Kwon Do. Addie and Sullivan fought less than usual. Good.
Dinner time rolled around and instead of panicking because our week worth of meals from the very best friends a girl could ask for have come to an end, I put the world's sweetest baby in the sling (surely not because he cries if I put him anywhere else), walked into my clean kitchen (surely not because *I* cleaned it), put together makeshift pizzas from pita bread, leftover spaghetti sauce and a few random fixings, made a scrumptious dessert (or maybe I just defrosted a cheese cake). . .all while wearing a pair of non-maternity jeans that fit (sort of - maybe they're the biggest jeans I own and now have that coveted painted-on look that you're so envious of - but I like the jeans/girdle combo). See - its the best day ever!!
I should note that the title of "best day ever" at our house is bestowed rather liberally for such occurrences as Happy Meals, late bedtimes, and the occasional fruit roll-up.
I guess the moral to the story is that four kids will NOT kill me and we're going to pull through in the end. :)
On a Truman note: We went to the pediatrician on Tuesday (12 days old) night for a checkup and the newborn screen. Our little guy was up to 9 pounds 4 ounces (up 5 ounces from birth weight) and he was almost 21 inches long. I had the pediatrician clip the little membrane under his tongue and I am SO glad I had him do it. His latch is officially perfect now and my nipple pain has completely disappeared. YAY!! We also had the newborn screen done and $180 later, we can officially say that we miss insurance. We'll have the results in a couple of weeks, just in time for his next checkup at one month. After that, I think I'll hold off on the checkups until we're back in the states and can share the cost with an insurance company.
The alarm went off at 6:30 and I got up to get the kids ready for school. No, this is NOT the beginning of the GOOD day. They dressed, they groomed, they ate, they packed, and I sent them out the door with Kyle. I tiptoed back up to my bed and after a diaper change and a sleepy feed, we all went back to sleep. (Cue the beginning of the good day). We slept, soundly, and peacefully until 10:30 a.m. WHAT? Yes - 10:30. I don't think I've done that since I was a teenager - or maybe it was before I had kids. (Holding my breath for Ashley's pregnant teenager joke here). I was SO asleep that I didn't even hear Joana knock on the door, but because this was a GOOD day - she came in and started picking up the house for me.
Like any child would do on a good day, Sullivan woke up without a fever and with only a little bit of residual stuffiness.
I spent the majority of my day bouncing from the couch to the bed to the shower to the chair to any other place that qualifies as a flat surface fit for nursing a baby. It was good.
Kyle and the kids came home. Guff went to Tae Kwon Do. Addie and Sullivan fought less than usual. Good.
Dinner time rolled around and instead of panicking because our week worth of meals from the very best friends a girl could ask for have come to an end, I put the world's sweetest baby in the sling (surely not because he cries if I put him anywhere else), walked into my clean kitchen (surely not because *I* cleaned it), put together makeshift pizzas from pita bread, leftover spaghetti sauce and a few random fixings, made a scrumptious dessert (or maybe I just defrosted a cheese cake). . .all while wearing a pair of non-maternity jeans that fit (sort of - maybe they're the biggest jeans I own and now have that coveted painted-on look that you're so envious of - but I like the jeans/girdle combo). See - its the best day ever!!
I should note that the title of "best day ever" at our house is bestowed rather liberally for such occurrences as Happy Meals, late bedtimes, and the occasional fruit roll-up.
I guess the moral to the story is that four kids will NOT kill me and we're going to pull through in the end. :)
On a Truman note: We went to the pediatrician on Tuesday (12 days old) night for a checkup and the newborn screen. Our little guy was up to 9 pounds 4 ounces (up 5 ounces from birth weight) and he was almost 21 inches long. I had the pediatrician clip the little membrane under his tongue and I am SO glad I had him do it. His latch is officially perfect now and my nipple pain has completely disappeared. YAY!! We also had the newborn screen done and $180 later, we can officially say that we miss insurance. We'll have the results in a couple of weeks, just in time for his next checkup at one month. After that, I think I'll hold off on the checkups until we're back in the states and can share the cost with an insurance company.
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