tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589526228742766542024-02-18T18:06:15.024-08:00One Ring Short of a CircusSurviving A House, A Baby, & Too Many PetsSarah Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02534643558368307067noreply@blogger.comBlogger160125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658952622874276654.post-44541234492545323682013-01-12T10:48:00.002-08:002013-01-12T10:48:34.361-08:00Dear Two Year Old RowanDear {2 yr old} Rowan,<br />
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It's been a while since I had the mindspace to sit down and write all the things going on. It breaks my heart to admit that I can't concentrate enough recall quite a bit of the last 6 months. It's been a whirlwind. In many ways, a good whirlwind. In other ways, challenging.<br />
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You're keeping up with the "Growing Up" schedule. You spew new words all the time. Among our favorites, are "Pack Pack" {backpack}, Preese {Please}, Yosss {yes}, although we will always miss your phase of "Si". But most of your words, and sentences...yes, sentences, sound so accurate that they're not really <i>cute. </i>They're just amazing....and also kind of weird...I mean, since when are you a real little person that can participate in conversation?! <br />
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You are still a little helper. Taking any opportunity to feed Domino {still "No No"}, sweep the floors, clean the windows, vacuum, wipe your placemat, shake Cid's bottles, put things "away!" And you love to follow Grandma around helping with her farm chores.<br />
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You are still the ultimate big brother. You hand Cid toys, with a "Here go, Baby". A couple days ago at a restaurant, you tried to appease his tears by giving him the toy truck you were playing with. If we ask you why Cid cries, you say "He's sad". We will never forget last Halloween when Dad, dressed as Gru and unrecognizable to you, tried to carry Cid from daycare and you would not let him. You grabbed a hold of Cid's carrier and said "No! No. Down." You motioned for me to take Cid and told Gru/Dad "BYE" in your way of saying "Get out of here". I can't describe how proud of you I am for looking out for your little brother. And I wish you could know the way Cid looks at you. Like you are <i>the World</i>. I hope you guys continue to look out for each other the rest of your lives. <br />
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You're incredibly persistent. {Maybe you get it from me ;p}. It can drive us nuts! Especially at bed time. Often you are really nice about your protest, "Preese, awake Momma". Sometimes you're not nice and I have the bruises to prove it! I'd gladly take the hits for the "Sow Sow, Momma" and hug I get after, but I want you to learn some things are not ok, even when served with a sugar-coated apology. It can be hard for your dad and I to be strict, but really, honestly we do our best to help you grow into a responsible, happy, well rounded person. That doesn't mean getting everything you want. And you and I are both major Grinches if we don't get enough sleep ;) <br />
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These days you LOVE to ride the bike with Dad. You notice the smallest things, like ants crawling on the ground, or the bee that hijacked Christmas dinner, or if the binky has a red center instead of a blue one. Momma can no longer do her squats during teeth brushing because you started doing them too! Ack!<br />
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Every age comes with different incredible new things to be excited about, as well as new puzzles to figure out. So far, I'm loving what the "Twos" are bringing! <br />
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<br />Sarah Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02534643558368307067noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658952622874276654.post-9452027995201067782013-01-11T10:29:00.000-08:002013-01-11T10:29:22.174-08:00Happy 2nd Birthday Rowan!<div>
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Last month Rowan turned two! </div>
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He got to celebrate with a few of his little buddies over milk and cookies, and....a balloon ball pit!</div>
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I learned my lesson from year 1 and made small cupcakes with non-colored frosting, much less messy than the last cake.</div>
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I can't believe our (biggest) little guy is 2 years old. Although it sort of feels like that second year vanished in a flash, it really was filled with a LOT of things. Hence, part of the reason I stopped blogging...no time...though not the only reason. </div>
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I almost feel like Rowan has been two for a while. He had his share of horrendous tantrums leading up to the big 0-2, (from about 19 months on, things got pretty rough) and seriously, it was like a switch the moment he hit the birthday mark he became his old self again....except that he can communicate so much better now! </div>
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Don't get me wrong, we still have times where we want to bang our heads against the wall.<br />
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Here's a post I wrote, but never published a few months ago:<br />
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<i>Did I mention our move? We packed our bags and relocated to a little place called Tantrum City. It's not the nicest area and we're not planning on being permanent residents, but we're here now so we're doing our best to deal with it.</i><br />
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<i>Rowan's fits actually began quite a while ago. Somewhere between months 16 and 17. We joked that he was so advanced, he was entering his Terrible Twos early. But all jokes aside, it's actually heartbreaking to watch our little cub go through this stage.</i><br />
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<i>He wants so badly to be able to dictate his own life. He's trying hard to tell us this with his vastly improved communicative skills and us dimwits just aren't getting it through our thick skulls.</i><br />
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<i>"Seriously guys, how many times do I have to tell you?! I want an "<span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; white-space: nowrap;">ijsje</span>" {popsicle}! Are you stupid? I'm pointing right at the damn thing!"</i><br />
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<i>I really feel bad for him. How would the rest of us feel if we told somebody "no" and they went right ahead and forced you to do it anyway. Not good, right? But on the other hand, this little guy {and us too!} needs his sleep and letting him stay up late to avoid the Hell-fire wouldn't really be doing anybody any good.</i><br />
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<i>We're trying to pick our battles. If Rowan doesn't want to change out of his jammies shirt, then I just send him to school that way. I figure, what's the harm in that? Someday, he'll care about putting on a clean shirt, right? That's an easy one though. Last night was a tougher one. He did NOT want to go to bed. From the time we asked him to say "goodnight" he began a leg kicking, arm flailing, head butting, door banging, top-of-the-lungs screaming rampage that lasted for an hour. He got out of bed and opened his door about thirty times and was redirected back to bed thirty times, each time in adamant protest. Actually, the screaming fits, I can handle, {other than wondering what our neighbors are thinking}. It was the times when he would calm down and sweetly ask for something that I didn't understand and couldn't give him. THAT was hard. Hard to watch his frustration. Hard to reward his kindness, then punish his violence. </i><br />
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<i>Then there's the ones in the middle of the night. Are they nightmares? Night terrors? Two-yr molars? Or does he just want to be up and he's not going to let up until he gets his way? </i><br />
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Sarah Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02534643558368307067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658952622874276654.post-4015049596259764312012-08-12T13:12:00.001-07:002012-08-12T13:12:20.135-07:00Two Boys in One Room: Transition to the Big Bed<i>Written July 2012: </i><br />
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Poor Rowan. We're always changing things up on him.<br />
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Yesterday, Roger and I went to Ikea to pick up the <a href="http://orscircus.blogspot.com/2012/07/two-boys-in-one-room-toddler-bed-days-2.html">bed we decided on</a> the other day. As with most things Ikea, the assembly took longer than we anticipated and we ended up finishing pretty late, with Rowan underfoot {well, more like all over the place}.<br />
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Besides helping us with all the screws, Rowan was so excited for his new bed that he couldn't help but jump and climb on it as we were putting it together.<br />
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By the end of the evening, we had both the crib {converted back to a crib} AND the Rowan's twin sized bed all set up in the room, and we also had one crazy-happy little boy!...who was trying his best to hide it, but was falling over with sleepiness. And of course, he had already figured out all the things we didn't want him to figure out about the bed just yet in less than 10 minutes....like....how to climb the ladder, and how to get onto the changing table from the bed.....oh boy.<br />
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We had to get the final spacing situated. It was a bit of a puzzle and everything didn't fit quite how I had imagined it in my mind. But we don't have too many options. The location of windows/outlets in the walls of their room isn't ideal for the short term crib and bed situation, so the room feels a little cramped. Not everything has a perfect place, but it works for now.<br />
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Finally, we were done and it was time for the real test. {lemme tell you, after another long day for us, we were looking at each other pretty worried about what the night would bring}. <br />
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Roger put Rowan to bed and read a long story {Oh, The Places You'll Go, by Dr. Seuss}.<br />
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He got up a couple times and we had to put him back in bed, but then he slept until 6:10 am!<br />
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<br />Sarah Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02534643558368307067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658952622874276654.post-37539734772867198602012-07-14T16:16:00.001-07:002012-07-14T16:16:07.126-07:00Two Boys in One Room: A Weekend AwayWith all the goings on, I've been bad about getting posts up on the topic of getting our toddler into a big bed, but here's a little catch up.<br />
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After my last post, we took a vacay weekend to visit Opa in Carmel. After a fun day, Opa and Shelley watched the boys while Roger and I had a night out on the town {ahhh, so nice!}. <br />
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We've traveled with Rowan before and always bring a Pack N Play for him to sleep in. Everything was going great until about 2:30am, when he began to SCREAM at the top of his lungs, until we would get up and lay him back down. Right as we crawled back in bed, there he went again. This lasted until about 4:30 or 5:00 am. UUUUUGH. It was a long night. Luckily, he only kept us up.<br />
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The next day was all about a bunch of fun in the pool :)<br />
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When we got home, we mentally prepared for another rough night in the toddler bed, but Rowan slept great all night!<br />
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Over the last few nights, there have been very few bedtime battles. Soooo, I think that means we got this phase down. Check.<br />
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<br />Sarah Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02534643558368307067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658952622874276654.post-66548677955876508462012-07-06T13:35:00.002-07:002012-07-06T13:35:48.658-07:00Two Boys in One Room: The Novelty Wore OffBig Boy Bed Days 4 and 5....<br />
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Very similar to Day 3, except that Rowan woke up about 8...yes, EIGHT! times in the middle of the night. A couple of the times he was just crying in his bed. All times, he easily went back to sleep. We were in somewhat of a delirious stupor after a long day and waking up so much, so we muddled through it without remembering much.<br />
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{on a side note, Cid slept for 9 hrs straight again!...now if they could just <i>both</i> do that at the <i>same</i> time...}<br />
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Day 5:<br />
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Okay....here's where it turned into more of what we thought we'd be in for.<br />
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Around 7:30pm we did the nighttime routine as usual with a bedtime story<br />
5 minutes later, guess who was up. Roger took him back to bed.<br />
1 minute later, again<br />
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and again...<br />
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and again...<br />
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and again...<br />
and again...<br />
Then the game started. The one where he peeks out, runs squealing back towards his bed as Mom or Dad come down the hall, waits for us at the edge of the bed, and turns towards us grinning ear to ear.<br />
This happened over...<br />
and over...<br />
and over...<br />
and over.. <br />
For about an hour and a half, and until his funny tricks were wearing us out. Each time we calmly and firmly put him back, but let's face it, the calmly part was diminishing with each subsequent round.<br />
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Meanwhile, Cid was demanding his share of attention, AND we were trying to get some things in order so that the next morning wasn't as crazy as this one was getting everyone out the door in time.<br />
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With an end to the game nowhere in sight we resorted to putting a childproof doorknob cover on Rowan's bedroom door to put a stop to it. I was severely against having one of these on the door from the beginning, but with patience wearing thin, I couldn't come up with anything better.<br />
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When Rowan realized that he couldn't open his door, all Hell broke loose. The screams and banging started. We gave him 5 minutes and waited for a pause in the tantrum to go back in and remind him that it's bed time and he has to go to sleep in his bed, tucking him in, and closing the door behind us.<br />
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Not more than two minutes later, he was at it again. We gave him another 5 mins. before walked him back to his bed again, tucked him in, said goodnight and closed the door.<br />
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Not another peep.<br />
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I did demand that we remove the childproof doorknob before we went to bed. I feel like he should be able o get out if he <i>has</i> to.<br />
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At 2:15 am he started this again, but it only took a couple times before he went back to sleep.<br />
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Then at 6am he woke up.<br />
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I must've jinxed us when I said this was working out great...but we're gonna stick it out for a while. I'm having a little guilt over pushing him too early. I have a feeling, though, that we'd face this getting up problem no matter what age he takes to the toddler bed.<br />
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HAPPY FRIDAY!!<br />
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<br />Sarah Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02534643558368307067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658952622874276654.post-1138343673852120452012-07-04T14:43:00.000-07:002012-07-05T21:25:17.596-07:00Two Boys in One Room: Toddler Bed Days 2 and 3Happy 4th of July!<br />
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This day always reminds me of The Sandlot...hehe. I LOVE 4th of July picnics and I also love the fireworks. But this year, we're mostly skipping that stuff. We did go to a picnic last Saturday, for which I baked and apple pie {I never got to try it though, since we had to leave early 'cos Rowan's molars were bothering him} and today, we hit up Ikea to check out toddler beds, and we'll have a small picnic in the park. No fireworks this year, because we can't leave Domino at home alone with the works going on and we never made any other arrangements.<br />
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How are you spending your Independence Day?<br />
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We didn't come back from Ikea with a bed because our car was too small to fit everything. But I think we decided to go ahead and get the <a href="http://www.ikea.com/us/en/catalog/products/10123996/">Kura</a>. Some friends of ours use this, so I've had it in mind, and Rowan had a blast testing it out today. <br />
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Rowan's <a href="http://orscircus.blogspot.com/2012/07/two-baby-boys-in-one-room-epic-journey.html">first day/night in the converted crib </a>went uh-MAZING! It was pretty unbelievable, so we were...and still are...somewhat skeptical.<br />
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However, so far so good. Except one weird thing....in the morning after his first night, Rowan DEMANDED a bottle. Not a sippy cup, not a cup with a straw, a BOTTLE. Before Cid was born, he hadn't had a bottle in a few months. When he first saw Cid drinking from a bottle, he wanted one too, but we gave him a slow nipple. It took him for-ever to get his milk and he never asked for one again...until now. I gave it to him because I thought he might be searching for something familiar in the midst of this bed change-a-roo.<br />
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Day 2:<br />
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-Rowan spent the day at day care, so we didn't get any nap "test runs"<br />
-Nighttime - We followed the usual bedtime routine, except that we re-introduced a bedtime story. Never heard a peep until 7:15am!{woot woot!}<br />
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Seriously too good to be true. <br />
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Day 3:<br />
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-Again, naps at day care.<br />
-Nighttime - Usual bedtime routine, but Rowan insisted on reading the bedtime story twice.<br />
-About 5 minutes later, I hear his door open. Went to check it out and Rowan was hurrying back to his bed....hehe. I tucked him back in and closed the door.<br />
-Less than 2 minutes, and I hear his door again. Again, he hurries back to bed. I tuck him in and close the door.<br />
-I just walked into the living room, peeked out to see the fantastic job Roger was doing mowing the lawn, and before I knew it, Rowan was in the living room rocking Cid in the bassinet. I lead Rowan back to his bed, but he sat up and signed for milk so I told him I would get him some milk but he had to stay in his bed. Took me a minute to find a sippy cup and when I turned around, Rowan was coming down the hall. I got his milk and took him back to bed. I told him when he was done with his milk he could put it in the corner of his crib and showed him where. {keep in mind, I have NO idea how much of this Rowan understands. He seems to get a lot of it though}.<br />
-A couple minutes later, I hear his door open AGAIN {starting to wonder how long this will take...}. Rowan hands me his sippy cup and then heads back to bed, so I go to tuck him in, but he signs that he wants more {is he playing me?} so I told him I would get him more milk but he had to stay here in his bed. I fully expected him to get up like last time, but he stayed in his bed until I got back with more milk. I gave him his milk, asked him to lay down.<br />
-Cid had a really fussy night and even though he's still in our room, the noise woke Rowan up around 2:30am. But Rowan went back to sleep fine. <br />
- He woke up one more time last night and had to be brought back to bed.<br />
- Then he finally woke up for good at 6:30am<br />
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Day 3 was definitely more what I expected this process to be like. But it still went reasonable well and after today's practice in Ikea, I'm confident that Rowan will be happy to sleep in the real bed when we get it.<br />
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<br />Sarah Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02534643558368307067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658952622874276654.post-3368473264256720042012-07-02T16:01:00.000-07:002012-07-03T20:26:00.558-07:00Two Baby Boys in One Room; The Epic Journey BeginsRight now, we're struggling a little with the dilemma of needing to have two babies in one room.<br />
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We were kinda hoping that Rowan, {now 18 mos} would be ready to move out of his crib in time for Cid {now 3 mos} to take it over. But at this point, we've barely even thought about how to handle the sleeping situation and Cid is such a big guy that he's already pretty much breached the limits of the bassinet in our room. Whether or not any of us are ready, we need to find a solution, pronto!<br />
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Just a couple nights ago, Roger and I both agreed that Rowan wasn't quite ready to make the switch to a "Big Boy Bed". We conceded that we would have to suck it up and buy another crib for Cid. Then Rowan did something that made me think maybe, <i>just maybe</i>, he was ready to upgrade.<br />
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He's been having a few rough days/nights of molar pain {poor guy, this is the worst!} and I got up with him in the wee hours one morning to snuggle on the couch. He laid on the couch with me for a while, then grabbed his blankie, got down, and started off towards his room, motioning me to come with him. He wanted to go back in <i>his</i> bed.<br />
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He's led us to his bed before when he was tired, but I just felt like this was different. I kind of figured that going to his bed was just the routine that he knew he was supposed to follow. This time he had been given the opportunity to stay up and do whatever he wanted and what he chose was to go back to bed. I thought, if he would rather be in bed than be up and about, maybe he can handle a bed that doesn't contain him. <br />
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It occurred to me that Rowan's crib converts into a toddler bed and I thought it should be a pretty quick job to take the front panel off and put the two side rails up, so Sunday morning I impulsively began to disassemble.<br />
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Rowan is kind of young to be explaining to him the whole "Big Boy Bed" concept, but he was actually very excited about the taking apart of his crib. He was eager to "help", climb on the crib frame, and jump on the mattress. He handed me the pieces {that I didn't need quite yet} and "tightened" some of the screws for me. I thought the assembly would be a lot easier than it was. I think the mistake I made was reading the directions, which would probably have been better English if they had used Google Translate to create. Plus, the pictures were all wrong! But after a little sweat and common sense, we had our toddler bed. The very last step was to put the storage drawer back underneath. Roger and I were struggling a little with this, but before we knew it, Rowan came to our rescue and held up the center while we found the rails on both sides. And yes, this was actually a big help! Did I mention that sometimes he blows our minds?! Even though it wasn't intentional, I'm glad Rowan got to see and be a part of the conversion because that way, he saw that this was still his bed, just a better version of it! <br />
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Once the conversion was finally complete, I said a little prayer that I wasn't going to have to change the whole thing back right away ;)<br />
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Here's the breakdown of Big Boy Bed Day 1:<br />
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- Converted the crib to toddler bed with Rowan's help<br />
- 1:00pm Rowan seems a bit sleepy so we start his nap routine and put him in bed. 30 seconds later, we hear his door open and see him peaking out at us. We didn't force him back in bed because it was still early for his nap and Opa was visiting....not really fair.<br />
- 2:00pm Rowan is pretty tired so we try again. A couple minutes later, we hear him turning the doorknob so Roger coaxed him back to bed. He slept there until 3:30pm, when he fell out of the bed onto the {carpeted} floor :(<br />
- Nighttime - Normal routine. He goes right to bed around 7:30pm. We wake up at 6:30am to someone trying to open his bedroom door ;)<br />
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So Day 1 went pretty dang well! I'd rather wake up to Rowan turning the doorknob than to him crying, which is the usual sitch.<br />
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Plus I LOVE that I can give him a kiss when I check on him at night {I couldn't reach with the crib}.<br />
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Not sure if this will last, or if he'll suddenly feel like he misses the comfort of the crib confines.<br />
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I still think we may have to buy Cid a crib so that Rowan can adjust to his converted crib for a while before he gets a real bed, but I'm thrilled that Rowan took to the conversion so well.<br />
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I'll keep you all posted on the steps we take to get the two boys in the same room. <br />
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<br />Sarah Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02534643558368307067noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658952622874276654.post-84047332943918019192012-06-29T16:02:00.002-07:002012-06-29T16:15:45.680-07:00Embarrassing Mommy Moments: The Crap I Carry with MeWhile on maternity leave, I've been religious about taking Domino for about a mile-a mile and a half walk or jog every morning before I get on with the rest of the day.<br />
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Like any good dog owner, I bring along a bag to pick up Dom's poo, and since I don't enjoy holding the stink bomb for the rest of the trip, I usually hang it from the mommy hook on the stroller. Still stinks, but at least I don't have to hold it. Then when we get home, I promptly take the bag and throw it in the trash.<br />
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Well, yesterday, I didn't use the jogging stroller. I just had the snap n go. And I didn't transfer the mommy hook either, so when I scooped up Dom's poo, I stashed it in the mesh basket under the stroller and continued on.<br />
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I got home, took Dom and Cid inside the house, got Cid out of the stroller, fed him, fed Domino, folded up the snap n go, got all my stuff together, strapped Cid in the car seat, put on some deodorant real quick while Cid screamed, grabbed my sunglasses, my keys, and the directions to Red Rock Cafe, put Cid in the car, folded up the snap n go and threw it in the back and took off in the car to meet my friend Evelyn. <br />
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The car stunk from some dirty diapers that had cooked a little too long in the back of the car before being discovered {does anyone else with kids find a nice surprise like this every once in a while?} So I vowed when I got back home, I'd remember to keep my windows open to air out the car.<br />
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Since it was lunch time, I was a bit worried about finding parking in Downtown Mountain View, but after just one circle, I found a tight spot, and shimmied my way in. It's hard to get the car seat out when you're squeezed between two other cars, but I was slow and deliberate and got the job done. I whipped out the snap in go, snapped the car seat {with Cid} in and treked off to find the cafe. Since it was a beautiful day, I didn't mind walking a bit, but I didn't walk long before I was there. I walked in and ordered a chai latte and a big oat bake. {BTW, the chai latte was a little too spicey for my taste...would pick something else next time}. Then Evelyn showed up and we started catching up on all the life that had happened in the ages that we hadn't seen each other. Our visit was over quick and then it was back in the car to go home.<br />
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After I got home, I took Cid inside and lounged around for a while. Then a thought went off like a lightbulb in my head. Did I forget to toss Dom's poop bag when I got home from the walk? OMG, I didn't! OMG, I carried that poop with me into a coffee shop!! I sat at a table and ate with it's stench keeping me {and all the other patrons}company! <br />
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I wondered why I hadn't noticed. I wondered if anyone else had. Dom's poos are pretty damn stinky! Have I just gotten used to bad smells to the point where I am oblivious? Now, sitting alone in my home, I could feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment for what people must have thought as I walked by them with my perfume a la dog doo. <br />
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Ugh, sometimes {okay, quite often}I'm such a mess.<br />
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Thank goodness I don't go to that coffee shop often! <br />
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Sorry if I ruined anyone's lunch! :-X<br />
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<br />Sarah Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02534643558368307067noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658952622874276654.post-7211018989669026792012-06-15T22:13:00.000-07:002012-06-29T16:04:50.747-07:00A Growth Chart for the Boys<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Rowan grows like crazy. Every day it seems like he's <i>this</i> much closer to grabbing the doorknobs and bonking his head on the counter top...ok, he's already grabbing the doorknobs!<br />
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It's time to start tracking this kids height!<br />
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Originally, I was going to paint a growth chart, but we can't take that with us when/if we move. No fun :( So I kind of put that off...<br />
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Then this came up on the <a href="http://blog.silhouetteamerica.com/2012/03/diy-growth-chartwall-art.html">Silhouette blog</a><br />
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I hate to be a total copycat, but basically, we copied this project to a "T"....except for a <i>few</i> things:<br />
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-We used wood slats from an old Ikea bed instead of pallets.<br />
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-We made ours by putting two slats together side-by-side and then another pair on top so that it could be taller....our boys could be tall!<br />
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-We started the measurements at 2 feet. This allowed us to make more room above 6 feet and besides, by the time you measure your kid's height, they'll probably be taller than 2 feet already. BUT, you have to make sure you mount the chart exactly 2 ft from the floor!<br />
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-No need for a fancy-schmancy Silhouette (: x). For 3 Bucks, I bought number stencils at The Home Depot.<br />
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-For the white portion, we Kilz used primer, which we had on hand. Worked great. It's runnier than paint so you can still see the wood grain and it give a very flat, rugged finish.<br />
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Also, not sure how the original one was mounted, but we used two flushmount brackets on each of the two pairs of slats.<br />
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Mounting the chart was kind of a challenge. We measured two feet from the floor and marked where the bottom of the chart had to be. Then we attached one piece of the flushmount brackets to the back of the boards. We put tape on the back of the other piece and clipped those into the attached piece. Placed the boards against the wall and applied pressure until the other piece of the flushmount was taped to the wall. Then carefully lift and remove the boards, leaving the other piece of the bracket on the wall. Then drive in the screws! It's a little tricky and might be easier to just measure it all out. But that's how we did it.<br />
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You'll want a level too, to make sure your chart is straight.<br />
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<br />Sarah Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02534643558368307067noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658952622874276654.post-32174798453692092192012-06-05T14:19:00.001-07:002012-06-29T16:05:36.515-07:00Cloth Diapering for Two: Harder Than I Bargained For<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My economical, earth friendly plight has reached a turning point. I would say our cloth diaper status is currently at about 20% and less if I'm really lazy. </div>
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We did a good job keeping Rowan in CDs until we switched to his new day care, {which we LOVE, by the way}. I have to admit, I never asked if they would do cloth diapers. I just felt like since it is a home-based day care at such a reasonable price, I shouldn’t give them the extra hassle of cloth. They do require more frequent changes and a little extra time at the changing station.</div>
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Since we also use disposable diapers at night, there really isn’t much room at all during the day for Rowan to use CDs. We were doing cloth on the weekends for a while, but we’ve been noticing that our GroVia hybrids haven’t been fitting Rowan so well. They’ve gotten harder and harder to get on and I finally threw in the towel. I was a little disappointed since I thought the diapers would fit until Rowan was potty trained. Maybe they would fit most babies. At 17 months, Rowan is pretty big for his age. We just got a little toilet for the Cub and I think he’s going to catch on fast {fingers crossed}. At this point, I don’t want to invest any more money trying to find a new cloth diaper that fits. For Rowan, disposos it is, until he can wear real undies.</div>
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For Cid, I’ve been using the Thirsties covers with pre-fold inserts. The thing is, we burn through the inserts in a single day and I’m just not as on top of the laundry as I was with just Rowan. I swear those inserts have been slowly disappearing just like socks! And sue me if I want to get in a few loads of <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">my own</i> clothes and take a break every once in a while. </div>
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Image Source: earthycrunchymama.com </div>Sarah Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02534643558368307067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658952622874276654.post-50060542512132667512012-06-04T14:02:00.000-07:002012-06-04T14:06:26.063-07:00My Favorite Thing About Being a Mommy...Right NowReally, what's not to like about being a mommy right now?! Between all the mind-boggling things Rowan is doing everyday and Cid reminding us how cute a little baby is, we are seriously drowning in happy times.<br />
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But if I <i>had </i>to choose one...or maybe two {per kid, of course ;p} things, here's what's making me feel the most warm and fuzzy inside:<br />
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I think what I love most about this smile, besides that its super cute, is how hard he has to work to make it happen and even so, he hands 'em out freely. Once, I even got a real laugh out of him. His whole face lights up and he gives us the ol' Tyra smize. It's to die for!<br />
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The other day, Rowan looked at his dad, paused, and made a long blink with both eyes. Then a HUGE grin took over his face. This came totally unprompted and took us by complete surprise. We blinked back a few times, and he did it again. Now we're giving him winks and he'll do his darndest, but it's still just a long two eyed blink, which I have to say, I think is even cuter than a wink.<br />
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Is that weird? They're just give me a giggle, especially after the 6th week struggle, where gas caused Cid so much discomfort. I love to know that he's passing gas and I LOVE it when he can pass gas without pain. <br />
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I guess because Rowan's realized that I can't pick him up all the time anymore, he'll run to me and instead of reaching up, he'll wrap his arms around my leg and squeeze. And instead of climbing in my lap for a hug, he'll come over and lay his head on me. Soooo cute!<br />
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Ok, I know it was supposed to be one...or two...per kid, but this one is a bonus...and they're my rules to break anyway. With two baby boys, there's always a tinge of guilt on my mind that I'm not giving enough to one or the other. Always a feeling that Rowan might think I don't care about him anymore or that Cid will feel lonely because he's not in my arms as often. No matter how much I try, I can't do everything for both of them all the time. It seems like a "duh", but it's really enough to drive my feelings of inadequacy through the roof! So the absolute BEST, is to see them love each other. That's when I know that I'm doing okay at this mom thing. Alright, Cid can't show it so much, but seeing Rowan gently rub Cid's back or hold his hand will bring me to {happy} tears. <br />
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<br />Sarah Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02534643558368307067noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658952622874276654.post-58884263543121103412012-05-27T22:10:00.003-07:002012-05-27T22:10:48.718-07:00Country Boys, Our Anniversary, and a New Water HeaterWe've been on the move! Seriously, I've barely had a chance to catch my breath in the last few weeks. <br />
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It all started with...well...with Cid {our second baby boy}. I mean, a week after his birth we had a home appraisal. We'd also been planning to send Ronin, our TB horse {read more about Ronin <a href="http://orscircus.blogspot.com/search/label/Horse">HERE</a>} up to my family's property in Northern California. What's that you say? No, the Bay Area is NOT Northern California, although it technically <i>eeks</i> in there. There's quite a bit more North to this beautiful state. But I digress.<br />
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We decided that it would be the best thing for everyone if Ronin went to live with my mom for an indefinite amount of time after we had two kids. At first, this wasn't an easy decision because our riding instructor was turning Ronin into a real champion,<br />
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...but it became more and more apparent as Cid's birth approached that it really was our only option. It was getting really hard for us to properly care for Ronin. He wasn't getting the attention he needed or deserved. Luckily for us, my mom was more than willing to give him a home while we figure out this whole parenting thing. Otherwise, well, I don't even want to think about otherwise. Planning Ronin's departure had me really stressed, but in the end it worked out well. I'll try to write more on that later. <br />
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The last day we saw him at the Ranch, was both relieving and sad. It finally hit me that he wouldn't be here anymore. <br />
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We had planned to follow him up to my parents' place, but as things worked out, he was hauled away much earlier than anticipated, so we waited an extra week to make the trip. <br />
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What an adventure! A 7 hour car ride, winding along the N. California coast with a 5 week old baby, a 17 month old kid, a dog, and a bird is no small feat. The kids did great. The dog threw up. <br />
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Awaiting us at Grandma and Grandpa's house, were bunnies, horses, kitties, a tractor {okay, a riding lawn mower}, oh, and Grandma and Grandpa of course. Plus, Uncle Jim and Serenity. So much fun for us city kids with country hearts.<br />
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Rowan's mind must have been an exploding. He got to help Grandma feed the animals every morning. He approached it as he does everything; taking serious mental notes so that he can remember each step required. On the day that Grandma was gone, Rowan showed me how to do the feeding, leading me to each type of food and then pointing me in the direction of who it was supposed to go to. <br />
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Grandma had also put out a little inflatable pool for Rowan,<br />
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and Grandpa busted out the old "tractor" for some driving fun.<br />
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And Rowan got to chase bubbles too!<br />
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Rowan wasn't up for riding my mom's miniature pony, Thor, but he did brave the biggest horse with Dad.<br />
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Cid got a lot of cuddle time....and that's about it...sorry Cid, next time you can drive the tractor! <br />
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Oh! And we watched the eclipse! Glasses? What glasses? We used welding masks 'cos we're cool like that.<br />
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It was a great week, full of lots of things.<br />
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With all of this going on, we barely remembered our anniversary! We celebrated our 3rd year of marriage driving back home! Prolly could've planned that better, ya think? My bad. <br />
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to the most patient, caring, handsome, amazing man I know! Life with you {and now our kiddos, too} is the best!</div>
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Now, back to the grind...<br />
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SO, three days back home, just getting our bearings and wouldn't ya know it, we wake up to a big puddle in the garage streaming from our water heater. Love and old house! The joints at the top of the heater had totally corroded. I looked up the model and serial number and found out that our water heater was manufactured in 1993! It's almost 20 years old!! And it's warranty was only 6 years. By the way, it was super easy to find this out by the serial number. Rheemglas SN0293xxxx R-6.3. The "0293" means February 1993 and the "R-6" means 6 year warranty. Anyway, lucky for us, it's Memorial Day Weekend and OSH was having their "We pay the sales tax" sale. We basically got a like for like replacement so that it was easy to {self} install, although our new one is a Kenmore. It came out to about $400.00. Roger took the old one out and put the new one in with the help of a friendly neighbor while I played single mom.....whew, I think I know who had the harder job! Five hours later, we have hot water again! <br />
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<br />Sarah Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02534643558368307067noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658952622874276654.post-65714057387067386922012-05-04T12:37:00.000-07:002012-06-29T16:06:58.605-07:00Dear {16 moth} Rowan<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMrl9Ri8o747wvAUkrcwJ5C4qIw2KK1l4ohS-cE27c81vMq3XJw8dRbevtUlYr3Pnm1F20o8yoxDCGboLsb589oxfUl8D73eOW-bBNOGQNAFcg6sfF5mOCvqjzjw7VvMBaD5rHyWEbwT4/s1600/Rowan+Late+April+2012+%2857%29.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMrl9Ri8o747wvAUkrcwJ5C4qIw2KK1l4ohS-cE27c81vMq3XJw8dRbevtUlYr3Pnm1F20o8yoxDCGboLsb589oxfUl8D73eOW-bBNOGQNAFcg6sfF5mOCvqjzjw7VvMBaD5rHyWEbwT4/s320/Rowan+Late+April+2012+%2857%29.JPG" width="320" /></a> Dear 16 Month Old Rowan,<br />
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You melt our hearts.<br />
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You don't talk much yet, even though your working on it. But what you lack in words, you make up for in personality and awareness.<br />
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Every day you do something new that blows our minds. Right now, you're putting everything away in it's proper place. And sometimes we wonder where you got your organizational skills, because both of us are certainly lacking in that area. We hope you keep it up though!<br />
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We love when you plop down in our laps to read a book or put on your shoes, {by the way, you can say "shoes" and you do often}.<br />
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You let us know you're ready for bed by leading us to your room and trying to climb into your crib. But still, you cry a bit when we pick you up to say your "goodnight's".<br />
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And speaking of "goodnight's", you always give your mom and dad a goodnight hug {and if we're lucky we get a kiss too}, you give Domino a hug, Buddy a wave, and your little brother, Cid always gets a kiss on the head.<br />
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We look at you now, and you're not a baby anymore. You're a little boy. Always changing. <br />
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Love,<br />
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<br />Sarah Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02534643558368307067noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658952622874276654.post-90671531989573123552012-05-03T17:03:00.001-07:002012-05-03T17:03:57.985-07:00Ergo Baby, Baby Bjorn, MobyI really try not to collect too much baby stuff since we have a small house. So it's surprising that we actually do have all three of these baby carriers. Lucky for us they were handed down or loaned so we didn't have to shell out megabucks for each one.<br />
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And since we have all three carriers, I figured I might as well share my thoughts on them. Maybe those of you who are trying to decide which one(s) you should get for your baby will find this useful....or maybe not.<br />
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Ergo Baby (& infant insert)<br />
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I really wanted to like the Ergo Baby because it seemed more versatile than the Baby Bjorn. You can buy the infant insert for small babies, remove the insert for larger babies, and switch the carrier to your back for toddlers. For {small} infants the Ergo Baby with infant insert works well. Unfortunately, we only put our first son in the Ergo Baby with infant insert maybe twice before he grew out of it. However, it did keep him all snuggly and comfy, and it also was comfortable for me to wear. I don't know about others, but I'm super paranoid when carrying a young baby in carriers that they might suffocate. I felt like it was difficult to check that my baby was still breathing while he was all bundled up in the infant carrier. Once our {bigger} infant grew out of the insert, the Ergo Baby was not really very useful. His legs weren't ready to spread wide enough to protrude out the sides, and the bottom didn't get tight enough to tuck him in the pouch without the added support from the leg holes. He would've slipped out the bottom. Now that our first son is over a year, the Ergo Baby does work well to carry him when carrying on the back. It's hard to get a young toddler in by yourself though. So all in all, I think the Ergo Baby is OK, but we don't really use it very often.<br />
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Baby Bjorn (original)<br />
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Someone gave us their old Baby Bjorn and I'm glad they did because once our infant son had grown too big for the Ergo Baby with infant insert, we used the Baby Bjorn. By "we", I mean my husband mostly. I only found the Baby Bjorn comfortable as long as our baby was small enough to be chest-facing. It was easier to check on the little one's airflow, but I felt like I had to lean forward and support his head with my hand whenever I was working on something because his head could flop around in the extra space. Once our son was facing out, I didn't like the Baby Bjorn very much. On our model the front flap that supports the baby's neck when they're really young didn't stay tucked down in the front so it was always in our son's face once he was forward-facing. It was easier to load him in and tighten up than the Ergo Baby, but cannot be used on for carrying toddlers on your back. Still, we used the Baby Bjorn more than the Ergo Baby.<br />
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The Moby Wrap<br />
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I was skeptical of the Moby, even after a friend of ours raved about hers. It looked like a hassle. That friend loaned us her Moby for our second baby, and I've found it to be quite easy to use and comfortable. I like that our infant's feet can be tucked in under the wrap and his position can be adjusted for comfort and breathing. With the Moby, it's really easy to check on your little bundle constantly to make sure they've got good airflow, and you can either pull the fabric up more to support the head, or pull it down for visibility. The Moby Wrap is also fairly comfortable to wear around without the baby, so you can just put it on once and take the baby in and out as you want. I don't think the Moby will be useful for a toddler, but it's definitely my favorite of the three for an infant.<br />
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There is one other carrier that we've also found useful. However, this one is not brand specific. We picked up a baby {hiking} backpack at a garage sale and we love it for a baby that's big enough to have some neck strength and spread their legs into the legholes. The really nice thing about these hiking backpacks is that they usually have a little "kickstand" that can be popped out so the backpack with the baby inside can be set down on the ground....good for loading/unloading and using as a chair for your baby while you're outdoors. <br />
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Wow! Four carriers, all for one {and now two} little babies. And that's not even counting the four different strollers we have! Yikes. Well, ya know, we needed a single stroller, then a single jogging stroller, then a double stroller, then a double jogging stroller.....sounds like it's time to unload some of the stuff we don't need anymore.<br />
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<br />Sarah Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02534643558368307067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658952622874276654.post-90588498512970649602012-05-01T10:24:00.000-07:002012-06-29T16:07:40.758-07:00Dear {3 wk old} Cid<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Dear 3 Week Old Cid,<br />
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We haven't been great about posting your pictures or sharing all the little things that make up your first three weeks of life, but that's because we're busy making the most of our time with you and your brother. You guys keep us on our toes!<br />
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The two of you are the most amazing and precious things in our lives.<br />
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You've only been out of my belly for a short time, and you are already amazing us with your ability to adapt to this new world and to show us that our love is infinite.<br />
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Your legs are strong and you already hold your head up high. You furrow your brow like your Momma and you smile {gas smiles} to one side like your Poppa. And you have a bunch of hair on the back of your head that sticks out and curls up like a duck tail, so we call you "duck".<br />
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We want to thank you for being a mellow guy. You eat and sleep. And cry? Yes, some. But not much. Mostly when we change your diaper, or we've left you in a dirty one for too long, sorry. <br />
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And did I mention how much your brother loves you? Rowan gives you kisses whenever he sees you. He gently rubs your head and touches your hands. He's the best big brother we could ask for.<br />
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The next few weeks might get rough. You're growing. We might get frustrated. Just because this is our second time, we're no experts. We have to learn what you're telling us. We have to remember how this works.<br />
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We promise we'll always try our best and always, always love you more than anything.<br />
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You're our little duck.<br />
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And we're your family.<br />
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We love you,<br />
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Mom, Dad, & Rowan <br />
Oh yeah, and Domino and Buddy too!<br />
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<br />Sarah Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02534643558368307067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658952622874276654.post-83793877781281790142012-04-26T14:21:00.001-07:002012-04-26T14:21:55.507-07:00{DIY} New Lawn & LandscapeAfter multiple failed attempts to get on HGTV's Curb Appeal, we finally conceded that we were gonna have to get our hands dirty and fix up the front of our place ourselves. <br />
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This is a pretty slow process since we're learning as we go, and, well, with a toddler and a newborn, and all our pets, and full time jobs, we've got a lot on our plate already. But as slow as it is, it's also very rewarding to see the improvements come to fruition and know that we CAN do this.<br />
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If you remember, this was the front view of our property when we bought it. you can't really tell, but we had a single-car, asphalt driveway, which we had replaced last summer, with a double-car stamped concrete driveway with matching path and flowerbed walls {still in love with our new driveway too!}. See that project <a href="http://orscircus.blogspot.com/2011/07/driveway-love-our-new-stamped-concrete.html">HERE</a>.<br />
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In addition to the driveway, we had new windows put in, and replaced the front fence {necessary since the old fence was so rotted, Domino could break through it}. <br />
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We also dug up the front yard quite a while ago in preparation for a new lawn. Well, it started with trying to get rid of a few weeds, which turned into digging up the entire yard thanks to years and years of root growth. And since we weren't quite ready to tackle the lawn project, we had a dirt lawn for almost a year!<br />
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It got to the point that a neighbor sent his gardener over to give us a quote on fixing our front yard!! Okay, this neighbor is one of our good friends, but we got the message.<br />
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But in reality, we were making progress. <br />
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1. PLANNING THE YARD<br />
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I'm no landscaper, but I drew out what I thought would be a nice plan for the front yard. Rather than just a lawn, I thought we should try a border along the front and side which we'd fill with flower bushes. I was hoping this would look nice and save us some water {and $$}.<br />
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After the sprinkler system was in and tested {it worked beautifully with no leaks!}, we tilled a few times to dig up the remaining weed roots.<br />
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We had originally planned to put down grass seed, but our dirt was so rocky that we were worried about the seed growing in evenly. Plus, many of our friends that have put in lawns recommended sod, so we switched the plan to sod. Of course, reading up on sod, we realized we were gonna have to get rid of all the rocks anyway! Ugh!<br />
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We read that we had to sift the dirt to remove any rocks bigger than 1/2 inch. Wow, was this painstaking! We picked up some wire mesh at Home Depot and used some scrap wood to make sifters. Foot by foot, we shoveled dirt into the sifters and removed the rocks. We had done about 1/8th of the yard, which took a couple weeks, when a gardener who works on the house across the street saw me shoveling and sifting {9mos preggo} and came over to tell me that we definitely did NOT need to go through all that work. He said no landscaper would go through all that trouble, and as long as we got out the BIG rocks, we would be fine. <br />
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I had picked out a few flowers from a local nursery with the help of my mom, and we quickly added those to the border area. The flowers are all full sun and hearty plants to minimize our water usage and maintenance. The plants still need to grow and we'll fill in more as we're ready.<br />
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For about a week afterwards, I was still surprised every time I looked out the window and saw our nice lawn! We also got a lot of compliments from all the neighbors, who I'm sure are pleased after worrying that we would bring down the neighborhood forever.<br />
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<br />Sarah Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02534643558368307067noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658952622874276654.post-91993924928922035832012-04-25T14:49:00.002-07:002012-04-25T14:49:11.137-07:00Cake Pop Flop!Ever since cake pops hit the scene, I've been dying to make them. There's so many cute, pretty, imaginative ways to decorate them, and they're delicious!<br />
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I happened to have some cake scraps leftover from a cake I made for a friend's baby shower. I also had some leftover frosting, and just happened to be able to squeeze in a run to Michael's, where I picked up some candy sticks and candy melts {among other things that were unrelated to cake pops}.<br />
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I felt like these should be simple enough, but it didn't really work out as planned.<br />
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I managed to pull off a couple of OK looking ones, which went to our friends, The Ballous, who just welcomed home a baby boy {in case you haven't read our older posts}.<br />
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The rest of the flops were eaten by us, although I had intentions of giving them away....haha. They might have looked bad, but they still tasted pretty damn good!<br />
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The upside to this story is that I'm pretty sure I'm over cake pops. At least, the making them part. I'll leave that to more patient people and I'll just enjoy their hard work!Sarah Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02534643558368307067noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658952622874276654.post-52346596828615191572012-04-20T16:27:00.000-07:002012-04-20T16:27:46.763-07:00There's a new Ballou in Town!<div style="text-align: center;">
Rowan and Cid have a new little buddy to add to their growing posse.</div>
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We're very happy to share the news that our good friends, Bret and Lisa Ballou welcomed their baby boy, <a href="http://balloublog.blogspot.com/2012/04/at-home.html">Evan James, on April 17th, 2012.</a><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Bret & Lisa with Evan</span><span style="font-size: xx-small;"> </span><br />
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What a surprise, since Evan wasn't due until another 4 weeks! </div>
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But he was born a very healthy boy and everyone is doing great. </div>
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Can you believe that Evan and Cid were born only 8 days apart? </div>
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These guys are going to have so much fun together!</div>
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Not to mention, we're excited that our paternity and maternity leaves will overlap! It's much more fun to have time off work when you can share it with friends.<br />
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Follow the Ballous as they learn to be a family of three on their blog,<a href="http://www.balloublog.blogspot.com/"> The Ballou Blog</a>. </div>
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<br />Sarah Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02534643558368307067noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658952622874276654.post-59208066760841098812012-04-16T10:51:00.001-07:002012-04-16T10:51:13.783-07:00Welcome Home, Baby Cid!<div style="text-align: center;">
Sorry I left everyone hanging! {well, by <i>everyone</i>, I mean the very few of you who read our blog and probably already know the news anyway :) }</div>
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I've been meaning to get another post up, but we're kinda busy, ya know.</div>
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<b><span style="font-size: small;">On April 9th, 2012, our second baby boy, Cid Laurentius Balyon arrived! </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: small;">He weighed 8lbs 2.7oz and was 20.5 inches long.</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"> Cid with his proud Papa</span></div>
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Cid is such a good baby. </div>
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He eats great, sleeps great, and barely makes a peep, except when we change his diaper.</div>
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Rowan is an amazing older brother. I was worried about how he'd handle the new little guy. He's been jealous in the past when we've held other babies, and since he's so young, he really wasn't able to understand anything about us having a baby or him being a brother. But to our surprise, he's taken it really well. He waves to Cid and gives him hugs and kisses. He brings Cid's pacifier to him and tries to share his bottle. He's relatively gently, but occasionally slams a book or toy in Cid's lap or face. Cid's a trooper already. </div>
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We couldn't believe how small Cid seems, even though he actually weighed more than Rowan did, he seems so tiny since we've been living with a toddler. BTW, Rowan all of a sudden seems like a giant. The first night home, I tucked him in bed and thought, "holy cow, he looks like a 5yr old!"</div>
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Our first week home was jam-packed full of things to do, {new lawn, home appraisal, friend's baby shower, etc.} so we've hardly had a chance to settle in. But we're getting there. So far, I think this transition to a family of four couldn't have gone more smoothly. </div>
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<br />Sarah Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02534643558368307067noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658952622874276654.post-17592022952484085612012-04-07T21:06:00.000-07:002012-04-07T21:07:36.177-07:00Induction PendingTomorrow is the BIG DAY.<br />
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Unless Trouble decides to make his grand appearance between now and 7am tomorrow morning, we'll be calling Kaiser to find out what time we start inducing.<br />
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I have mixed feelings about this induction.
I wish he had just come on his own terms and I suppose I could choose to let him go a little longer just to see. But there are reasons why we've chosen to induce tomorrow and without going into all the details, I'll just say I'm happy with our decision. I won't say that I'm really ready for it though. Still nervous.<br />
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Plus, it seems kind of weird to me to have our baby's birthday predetermined, although, I guess that's how scheduled c-sections are.<br />
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When I told my doctor that Sunday was a good day, it had totally slipped my mind that this particular Sunday is Easter Sunday {there's a lot of things that slip my mind lately, including the horse's vet clinic today, which really sucks that we missed :(} So it looks like we'll have an Easter baby!<br />
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And since I'll {hopefully} be in the hospital tomorrow morning meeting our new little man, we celebrated Easter with Rowan today by sending him on an Easter egg hunt!
So much fun!!
We gave him his little basket and a Peeps chick to chew on, {he only took a couple bites of the Peeps and then got upset cuz it was sticking to his hand. Then we sent him out the door in search of colorful eggs, hidden in pretty plain sight, all over the back yard.
Even as obvious as the eggs were, it took a <i>little </i>pointing in the right direction to keep Cubbie on track. But he was excited with each one he found and carefully placed them in his basket one by one. He's so organized!<br />
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At the end of the hunt, we gave Rowan his grand prize, an orange soccer ball, which we've been <i>dying</i> to give him ever since I picked it up from Target a week ago, but managed to keep out of his grubby little hands until today. OMG! He LOVES that ball!<br />
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Happy {early}Easter, Rowan!<br />
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Did I mention that Grandma is here too? My mom came down at the beginning of this week {we were hoping the new baby would be on time}, and Rowan's been having a blast with her as well as enjoying her cooking ;)<br />
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With three pairs of hands and no baby yet, we have been able to accomplish some much needed work on the house, so stay tuned for some updates there.<br />
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<br />Sarah Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02534643558368307067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658952622874276654.post-8653078968038028362012-04-02T20:29:00.001-07:002012-04-02T20:29:27.932-07:00Past DueWell.... It looks like little Trouble isn't as punctual as his big brother. Today was supposed to be the day, but we all know due dates aren't very accurate. I'm just a little concerned that he's planning on growing {as in getting BIGGER}in there for another week :/
I did have a scheduled Dr's appointment today. The Dr. Checked my cervix- only 1 cm dilated! Ack! She also said she could scrape my cervical membrane to help promote labor. I asked her if that would hurt an she said it would be like an aggressive cervical exam. Ummm...OW! Yes, it hurt! but other than that user uncomfortable scrape, everything is still good. Good heartbeat. Good size. So I guess he's just meant to stew in there a bit longer. The Dr. Didn't recommend inducing until at least a week after the due date. But I'm impatient so we scheduled for next Sunday {okay, it's just one day, but I can't imagine even waiting THAT long}.
So that's the update. We'll be waiting!Sarah Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02534643558368307067noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658952622874276654.post-3327843674819085392012-03-30T09:08:00.000-07:002012-03-30T09:08:38.567-07:00Our due date is almost here!and I'm freaking out!<br />
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No, I'm not comforted by the fact that this is my second time around. In fact, that might make it worse in some ways because I have some preconceived notions. Last time I was pretty chillaxed since I had NO IDEA what I was getting into. Now, I'm like...uh...crap....here I go again.<br />
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Plus, I've been totally lazy about getting ready. Birth bag? What? Although I did make sure I have a few necessities easily accessible, ...in our house, not neatly tucked in a bag ready to go. And here's what they are:<br />
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<ul><li><a href="http://orscircus.blogspot.com/2010/12/follow-up-whats-in-sarahs-birth-bag.html">My awesome slippers!</a> {those were the flippin' bomb!}</li>
<li>Pads & adult diapers. Yes, I sprung for the adult diapers this time. {TMI??}</li>
<li>and Gatorade and Snickers...oh wait, I don't have those yet, shit.</li>
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As the date approaches, I'm finding myself extremely torn between wanting this little guy out of my belly and wanting to get some things done first!<br />
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For instance, I want to see The Hunger Games on Saturday. Please, please don't come before Saturday! {or on Saturday for that matter. Especially not during the movie...please}. Otherwise, I'll end up having to watch it on Netflix.<br />
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But I also HATE being late. If my mom is only coming for two weeks, I want to make the most of her time. We can't be dilly dallying waiting for Trouble to make his grand entrance.<br />
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If Trouble knows what's best for him, he'll come right on schedule, just like our little Ro Bear did!<br />
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S<i>omething</i> tells me that's not very likely....Sarah Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02534643558368307067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658952622874276654.post-23204932625018734822012-03-28T09:48:00.001-07:002012-03-29T09:04:25.342-07:00On the Job<div style="text-align: center;">Rowan seems to be trying out all kinds of careers since his birth. </div><div style="text-align: center;">He's certainly got plenty of aptitudes to choose from. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Besides being an artist, musical prodigy, chef, diplomat, professional RC car driver, firefighter, and DJ, among other things, he's recently taken an interest in construction management.</div><br />
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What's CSA? Community Supported Agriculture. Basically, local farmers provide produce weekly, which you pay {generally, a hefty price} to receive a share of.<br />
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I always enjoy getting the produce. It's great to always have veggies {and sometimes fruits} available, and it feel right to support our local farmers. <br />
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The drawback is, you typically end up with a LOT of the likes of kale and Swiss chard, especially towards the end of the season. I've tried multiple recipes with these greens and never found something that I actually like to eat. I usually just choke it down because we paid buco-bucks for the stuff!<br />
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Whenever people come around with sign-up sheets for these CSAs, we contemplate....and then ultimately decline due to the high $$$ tag and the inevitable kale overload. So what made this time different?<br />
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We were enjoying a sunny weekend afternoon. We had come inside the house to feed Rowan a mid-day snack. All the doors to our house were open, letting the outdoor air freshen out senses. Buddy was quiet {for a change}, Domino was laying lazily on his bed. It was about as perfect of a scene as you'll see in our house. But we're not dummies. The baby gate was up in the front door. The baby gate is always up if the door is open. Why? Well, we have a baby, duh. And we have a dog. A dog who likes to go outside. But he's a {fairly} good dog and he doesn't breech the baby gate....at least not usually....<br />
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Out of nowhere, our bliss was suddenly ended when the doorbell rang! There was no one to be seen, not even a shadow, but Domino was up off his bed and over the gate faster than lightening! His loud bark piercing the neighborhood's ears. Roger followed quickly behind, "Domino, get back here!"<br />
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But it was too late. He was gone. Chasing a young man down our driveway like a Hell Hound on a witch hunt. <br />
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The poor guy was booking it as fast as his legs could take him. {Imagine those cartoons where the body is leaning backwards and the legs are just a circular blur}.<br />
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"Don't Run!" yelled Roger to the hunted. Good advice, but not taken. Seriously, who wouldn't run from 80lb's of lean muscle, big teeth, and greyhound legs?<br />
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After a split second of madness, Domino returned to the house. D never followed the young man past our driveway. When he reached the end of our lot, he turned around and came home, thinking he had done his duty. Like I said, he is a <i>fairly</i> good dog...or at least he tries to be.<br />
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Roger literally threw Domino in the back yard, and ran down the street to see how the young man was fairing. He found him halfway down the block, sitting on the curb with his head in his hands, still trying to catch his breath.<br />
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"You okay?" Roger asked, "I can't tell you how sorry I am. What are you selling?"<br />
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And that's how we ended up with this CSA delivery. <br />
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After a profuse apology and a plea that it would may be good for everyone, the young man, Sam, agreed to come back to the house and meet Domino, who, this time, greeted him with a sheepish look, wagging nub {he doesn't have a tail}, and plenty of licks in an attempt to say "I'm sorry". We talked for a while about Sam's past experience with dogs, and we apologized over and over, knowing very well, that he'd be scarred for life thanks to our over-protective dog.<br />
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It all ended OK. Thank goodness. Obviously with some pros and cons in between.<br />
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Of course, this wasn't the finest dog-parent moment. Nothing to brag about.... But we have to chuckle a little because this was one of many heart-stopping events in Domino's life resume. Events that both test our patience and endear him to us. If you don't know Domino, before you go thinking we're not suitable dog owners, try to refrain from judging too harshly. I think we do a pretty good job. Dom's not vicious, and he's probably better behaved than most household dogs, but he's not an easy dog. He's close to his instincts and always will be. Most people probably would've given up on him a long time ago, {in fact, someone did, and that's how we got him in the first place}. <br />
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Want to see more about Domino and our other crazy animals? <a href="http://orscircus.blogspot.com/search/label/Animals">Here ya go!</a><br />
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Now, to figure out what to make with the Swiss chard in our box ;) <br />
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Sarah Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02534643558368307067noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658952622874276654.post-15285820031499586732012-03-26T09:48:00.000-07:002012-03-26T09:48:22.041-07:00Pancakes a la Chef RowanIn the last few months, I discovered how quick and easy it is to make pancakes! <br />
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Since I misplaced my mom's recipe {which is still my fave}, I've tried a few different recipes from the internet. We're not big on the super fluffy pancakes, so so far, our favorite internet recipe is <a href="http://www.kingarthurflour.com/recipes/simply-perfect-pancakes-recipe#fragement-2">this one</a>. Only, we skip the butter in the batter {this happened by accident the first time and then we realized they didn't really need it}, and put a <i>little</i> less baking powder in the mix, because I hate that baking powder taste, and because we don't like super fluffy pancakes, remember? We also use sugar instead of malted milk. Still, I should just get my mom's recipe again.<br />
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This Sunday, Rowan decided <i>he</i> should make the pancakes.<br />
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