Monday, July 10, 2017

How many likes do you get?

One evening James’s little friend was riding home from church with us and I overheard James tell Cason: "Mama posted this picture of me on Instagram with a fish and I got 46 likes!!"
I’m still laughing. Love my boy!



Thursday, July 6, 2017

Double-named

On our trip to New Orleans at the end of May, Audrey rode with me out there and Olivia rode back with me. Now, I need to take this moment to say that Audrey was an absolute dream! She is the one you want with you on long rode trips. N.e.v.e.r. made a peep. Never got frustrated with Henry. Never asked when we were going to stop for food, lol!!

Olivia was so excited to get to FINALLY sit next to Henry in the car! She did great for the couple hours or so. Tending to him, giving him his pappy and handing him toys and then it all just got to be to much for her and I heard her double name him and say yell:

JohnHenry!!! You have to stop spiting that paci out when I’m not looking!!!!!!

And then a little bit later, exasperated, she declares:

I’m tired of this. He won’t stop fussing and I can’t watch t.v.!!



Wednesday, July 5, 2017

The week of May 9th

You discovered your hands.

You started flexing your wrists and it’s the cutest thing in the world!

You like to chew on one finger, usually your index finger but sometimes your thumb.

You visited Birmingham for the first time.

The day we got back from Birmingham you found your feet! I had layed you down in your bed to go do something and when I passed by your room a few minutes later I saw you laying on your back holding on to those chubby little feet. Now, you are always holding those feet. It’s like there are no bones in your legs!






Monday, July 3, 2017

5 months with Henry (April)

At five months old, Henry:

You Bring our faces close to yours.

You give a little cough when you get excited.

You have started to be very ticklish.

You love to grab daddy’s hair and his beard (daddy had to trim his beard way back because of this!).

You smile at EVERYONE.

You wear 9 month footed pajamas and 6 month onesie’s.

You started getting your foot stuck in the slats on your crib. When it first started to happen you would just lay there quietly until someone checked on you but you’ve since changed your mind on that approach!

You had rice cereal for the first time this month and you cry out when you don’t get it fast enough.

You sort of like to take water from a bottle.

You kept waking up giving me an awful fit in the middle of the night so I put you on your tummy finally to sleep and you started sleeping all night!! Praise.the.Lord. Praise the Lord!! We also extended your feeding times from every 3 to every 4 hours. That was such a wonderful, glorious day.








Saturday, July 1, 2017

Cant think of a title

I have been wracking my brain the last few weeks trying to figure out what has changed. Why can’t I blog consistently? Looking back over the last 8 years, I blogged about everything!! And I had fun doing it. It wasn’t a chore, I didn’t have to make myself sit down and do it out of guilt. Isn’t that funny? Blogging out of guilt. Have you ever?




Well, I finally have it figured out. The source of the inconsistency. The reason for the sheer torture of sitting down and trying to think of funny things to say about the cute things the kids have done lately. It takes to much time and I have 4 kids. Insightful, I know. But wait, there is more. That’s not the actual root of the problem. The root is actually a person and his name is....Steve Jobs. Yes, yes, that’s right. Steve Jobs is the real reason I don’t enjoy blogging so much any more. May he rest in peace.


He invented the iPhone, y’all. I know, real insightful but, do y’all see where I am going with this yet? 3 years ago I got my first iPhone and found Instagram and then Chatbooks came along and the rest is history (pun intended). It's so much faster to take a pic on my iPhone, open Instagram, do a few adjustments and add a fairly short caption to said pic and then press that share button. And then, after 60 photos are posted, Chatbooks automatically makes a book for me and ships it directly to my house. Hello!!!!!






I don’t know about you but I feel much better after my revelation. I am documenting just as much as I did a few years ago, just in a different way. A much easier way.




All that being said, I have tons of notes in my handy dandy iPhone about Henry and all he’s been up to the last few months and a few things the older kids have said that are just too funny to be forgotten. I am actually going to take the time TODAY and write up a bunch of blogs and set the automatic posting schedule thingamajig to post once or twice a week. Wow!!! Aren’t you all impressed? I know I am.




Friday, June 30, 2017

Kindergarten Field Day 2017

Raise your hand if you are tired of seeing Breastfeeding 102. Thought so!

Field day for Olivia is where we will pick back up.

She was so excited, it being her very own field day and all. And I had a blast watching her!

I did not take pictures during J&A’s this year. It was at 1:00 in the afternoon and it was just to hot for all that. I stayed in the shade best I could and learned very quickly that they James does not need or want my help at field day any more. **Sigh**







These are my favorite pictures of the day. I love looking at the sheer joy and anticipation on all these sweet little faces!!
















Wednesday, May 3, 2017

Breastfeeding 102

DISCLAIMER: IF YOU ARE A MAN AND YOU CONTINUE READING, YOU HAVE NO ONE TO BLAME BUT YOURSELF. JUST SAYING. 

James, bless his heart, can make things so very awkward. So very awkward but he gets it honest. I will let you decide who he gets it honest from. :) Add that to being almost 10 years old and then throw in a first time nurser that has to let it all hang out in order to get the job done right and you end up with a hermit mother that goes to her bedroom every 2-3 hours and locks the door when the kids are home. Yep. I did that. Still do to some extent. Oh and I never talked about it. They thought I fed him from a bottle because they were around on the few occasions that he has been fed from a bottle. And here is where this story begins.

Last month some time, Jon was taking James to the coast for the day to fish. That left me with the suckling infant and the 2 girls. I wanted to take the girls shopping for Easter dresses so I knew the day had come to tell them what really goes on behind that closed door.

I told my self to stop being so silly and just tell them. They are girls. They will be women one day. And that day is approaching sooner for Audrey than I like to think about so I told my self this was the perfect time to start awkward conversations with her. Maybe it will help in the future because I am determined to not be awkward with my girls about life and what all it means to not only be a mother but a woman. So, I pulled those granny panties I’ve been sporting the last few months up around my neck and this is how it went:

Me: Girls, do you know there are 2 ways to feed a baby?
Girls: No ma’am
Me: Well there is, one with a bottle and one called breast feeding. (Ugh! There is that word again!) Do you  know what that is?
Audrey: Well, I know what breasts are.
Me: Well, okay.
Olivia: I don’t know!!

One most know that in our family we call nipples/boobies, boogs. Yes, boogs. Audrey started it when she was just a wee little thing and it has stuck!

Me: Well Olivia, breasts is another name for your boogs. So breastfeeding means.....
Audrey: Looking at me with a very weird look on her face
Olivia: So Henry sucks on your boog to get the milk out???!!!???
Me: Yes!
Olivia: Ewwwwww!!!!! That’s so gross!!!!!
Audrey: OLIVIA!!!!
Me: It’s not gross, that’s how God designed a mama’s body to be able to feed her baby.
Olivia: So, you squeeze your boog and squirt milk into Henry’s mouth?



At this point when she says that, she literally throws her self on the couch dying in laughter. Like, uncontrollable laughter. Audrey doesn’t know what to think. She wants to feel awkward but wants to laugh at Olivia and what she is saying. So she looks at me and when she sees that I am almost crying from laughing at Olivia she joins in. What a great moment in my life, yall!! We had the best day after that. They were curious and Olivia wanted to look and all that stuff and had several comments to make like how can he sleep and eat at the same time? That sure is a big boog, mama. :)


Like I said, we had the best day after that. I could feel that they felt special for me letting them in on my “secret.” We definitely bonded over it. Sometimes I feel like such a nerd for being weird about it but, then I wonder, if I had been candid with them about it from the beginning would we of had that same great experience?


****update since I actually wrote this*** Olivia asked me the other night after coming into Henry’s room abruptly  "so did Henry suck all the milk out of both your boogs?” bahahahahahaha this child!

Thursday, April 20, 2017

Breastfeeding 101

*****DISCLAIMER: IF YOU ARE A MAN AND CONTINUE READING, YOU HAVE NO ONE TO BLAME BUT YOURSELF. JUST SAYING.******

I would like to start out by saying that I am writing this post for my self and my daughters. I want to remember how I felt during this period of my life and I want my daughters to have something to reference if they ever are blessed with children and choose to breast feed.

First off, I’d like to say how much I don’t like that word. Breastfeed. It really annoys me. I'm not sure why it does, it just does. Maybe its because I am on old fuddy duddy and saying the word breast so freely makes me uncomfortable and perhaps that in itself is weird. Something I defiantly need to get over! But when I talk about it, 95% of the time I say nurse/nursing or feed.



Lets talk about my history with it. For obvious reasons I did not nurse James and Audrey. I did however pump for 2 long, arduous and, grueling months. Fast forward 3 1/2 years and Olivia came along. I had big plans to nurse her but that didn’t work out. The days leading up to her birth and the week after were extremely hectic and stressful and SHE HURT ME LIKE CRAZY so I thought something was wrong. I did not have good support in the hospital and things were just different then. So basically I panicked and gave up, turning to pumping and then formula because that's what I was used to. I felt comfortable and in control with it.

Then Henry came along and I had every intention of pumping for as long as I could. And then, in recovery, the nurse asked if I wanted to try breastfeeding and just laid him up on me. She exclaimed “OH!!! Look at him! He’s a natural! This is going to be so easy for y’all.” I believed her and decided to give it a shot. Plus I had Jon over my shoulder encouraging me to do it. I’d like to go back and find that nurse and stick a note on her forehead that says LIAR! LIAR! PANTS ON FIRE!! Hahahaha!!



I have never experienced such pain in my life. I cried and I sobbed and I cried some more. Almost every time he would nurse for almost two weeks, I cried. And then at one of his check ups for jaundice the pediatrician asked if I wanted to see a lactation nurse. I almost shouted at him YES! before he could finish the thought. Vickie was an angel from heaven. Even though I really did not want to hear the things she was saying because I was looking for any excuse at all to fold like a deck of cards, she told me things I needed to hear to put on my big girl panties and do it. She told me I had to let go of the control of knowing exactly how much he was getting and trust in my body to do what it needed to do to nourish him. She told me to dig down DEEP to find the strength to fight through the pain of the first few weeks and it would get easier. I can still remember how those words “dig down deep” made me feel. It made me feel strong and determined to follow through what I needed to do. To not give up. And I didn’t. Even though there have been many a nights where I say “That’s it, we are switching to formula tomorrow” when I wake up the next morning I say, ok, I can do this one more day. And that is really what has carried me almost 5 months down the road of being a nursing mom. A breast feeding mother. A mother that whips her boob out to feed that baby.

At Henry’s two month check up the pediatrician told me how proud he was of me for pressing on with it. Especially since I had three previous bottle babies. He said the average time period for breastfeeding moms is 1 week. I told him I can understand why it is only 1 week and he agreed because it is SO HARD. I told him it is the hardest thing I've had to do since having to survive newborn, premature twins and then get them to 18 months old still alive with all of their extremities attached and my sanity still in place, even if it was hanging on by a thread!



This month has been very challenging. February and March were really a breeze but April has been tough. We started out the month by Henry deciding a growth spurt of 36 hours worth of feeding every 2 hours was a good idea. He couldn’t of picked a worse time since it was Spring Break and Olivia got really sick with some type of mysterious cold virus that made her run a high fever for the whole week. To make it worse, I insisted Jon and the twins go on with out us and follow through on our SB plans. For 5 nights and 6 days it was just the 3 of us: one suckling infant, one very sick 5 year old and one mother that was running on pure adrenaline. The rest of this month has just been exhausting. He refuses to sleep through the night and still wants to eat every 3 hours. I went and bought a bottle of formula because I keep threatening to switch and thought if I just give it to him at night time maybe he will start sleeping. But alas, I cannot bring my self to do it!! Last night I had an ephiniy and thought about rice cereal!!! So I called the breastfeeding goddess, my sister, and she made me feel so much better. She told me things I needed to hear and gave me excellent advice for a plan to move forward and try to get this kid to sleep at night and to space out his feedings better during the day! Even though I had to get a cup of coffee and pop 2 ibuprofen so I could sit here and write all this, I feel rejuvenated about pressing on.

To wrap up this post, I will say I am very glad that I pressed on this time. That I reached deep down inside and found the strength to hang in there and do what my body was designed to do. I am so very grateful for my amazing husband who has encouraged me every step of the way. Especially in those early weeks when I wanted to give up the most. Most of all I am thankful for my Creator, the one who designed my body to do such amazing, awesome, incredible things like give life to a human being and then to be able to nourish that tiny human from the same body. And for giving me the strength and fortitude to hang on for dear life, even if I did have to dig down so deep to find it.








Thursday, April 13, 2017

Raising Homemakers (and good husbands) (I hope)

The kids have chores that they have do every day or, every other day, depending. Audrey and Olivia have to unload and or load the dishwasher or they have to sweep the kitchen and dining room. They have gotten pretty good at it. Olivia wants to be big enough to put away the breakables SO BAD! Hahahah!! James has to take the trash from the 3 kitchen trash cans out to the big garbage can by the road and then put new bags in the kitchen. I’m so proud of him, he NEVER complains when I tell him its time for the trash to go out. :) The girls don’t complain about putting the dishes away but it’s like I tell them I need to cut a limb off when I say they need to sweep. Girls. Go figure! :)