Christmas Cards are going in the mail this morning. Every year I have this great intention of writing a cute/clever letter to share our year of news with all our family and friends. Yet time seems to get the best of me. This year I attribute it to doing so many last minute Christmas pictures for various families. I have really enjoyed it and always love getting to see the end results, yet started to despise the fact I was on the computer every night whereas I would rather be enjoying a holiday movie on the couch with my hubby! So sorry about the lack of letter in the mail, but feel free to check on our blog throughout the year for updates. Have a most blessed Christmas and remember and reflect on the words of this song... "Joy to the World...the Lord has come. Let Earth receive her king. Let every heart prepare Him room."
Hope you enjoy the pictures and thoughts we were thinking of you :)
Monday, December 20, 2010
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Almost Christmas!!
I can't believe it is almost Christmas...less than a week away. Ricky often starts telling us in May that it is almost Christmas, yet now it truly is!! I love to hear Derick's countdown everyday as he checks his advent calender. It is the cutest thing... first thing he wakes up in the morning and walks into my room and most often before even saying Good Morning, he shouts..."Mom, I get to open another present!!" I am usually just coming to at that point and once am coherent enough tell him yes to run and get it. My mom has this wonderful tradition of having a gift for everyday in December along with a note to encourage spiritual thought/growth. Last year he truly took all the words to heart and listened as I would read each day. This year he seems to be a little more anxious to see what is in the present, yet knows he must wait patient until he hears the message. Then he tells me just how many days are left. And sometimes even reminds me that he is almost 4 1/2...that after Christmas he'll be 4 1/2 and that Zoe is zero and half, but after Christmas she will be getting closer to being 1 year old. Way too many numbers that early in the morning, but it is all fun.
Zoe just decided she was tired of sitting still this week. Considering she is nearly 10 months I guess we have had it pretty easy going. She has always been happy to just sit and watch all around her, occasionaly scooting a couple feet to grab a toy. Yesterday she made her way across the room...so now we must childproof...gates, locks, etc. Yet in her walker it is a very different story...she RUNS! Tonight she was playing hide and seek with Derick running around the kitchen island and she would just squeal and chase after him. Oh how I love to watch them play. And while I know deep in my heart that I love them both so dearly, watching them play and love each other overflows my heart with love more for each of them.
Derick and Zoe with their cousins Taylor and Katie.
We have really tried to enjoy all that Christmas preparation brings. We look forward to it all year and then it seems that it always goes so fast. So the kids and I enjoyed pajama day at least once a week for the last month...just a day to stay home and hang out without all the hustle and bustle. I love to chase them around with my camera....Some would say torture them with pictures...poor Zoe. When I was making Derick's Baby Book a few weeks ago (I know...better late than never!) I realized how many candid pics I have of him doing everything, yet Zoe I have so very few. I have a ton of beautiful posed pics of her, yet in my stubbornness of only wanting to photograph in "good light" I don't bring out the camera near as much...so maybe that will be a New Year resolution for me :)
So here are a couple... Derick ran his first race yesterday... a 1K. We were so proud of him...he ran the whole time and gave it all he had! I wish I had a picture of him running but as I took my camera out of the bag to catch Ricky in his 5K race I dropped it and the lense broke :( I cried. Then I looked up and saw Zoe rolled down a little hill in the stroller. Thankfully some kind people grabbed it about 20 feet away. Then I cried again for having such a bad mommy moment!
So here are a couple... Derick ran his first race yesterday... a 1K. We were so proud of him...he ran the whole time and gave it all he had! I wish I had a picture of him running but as I took my camera out of the bag to catch Ricky in his 5K race I dropped it and the lense broke :( I cried. Then I looked up and saw Zoe rolled down a little hill in the stroller. Thankfully some kind people grabbed it about 20 feet away. Then I cried again for having such a bad mommy moment!
But here she is happy having some "girlfriend baby" time while waiting to visit Santa .
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Monday, November 29, 2010
Thanksgiving Visit
We enjoyed our visit to Kingman. It is always nice to get away and relax and enjoy time with family.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
New Tradition Started...and couple of Sad Moments
Today was the first day in many weeks that we had no where we had to be...so I busted out the Christmas PJ's for the kids and we had a fun pajama day. It started by me wanting to get some cute pictures of them together then Derick and I decided we are going to try and do it once a week until Christmas. The house has been decorated for a week and the weather is finally in the 60s (so nice and cool for us--actually turned the heat on) so it just feels so "cozy". Every year it seems the season just goes so fast...before we know it we are taking the tree down and trying to find space for new toys all the while wondering where the time has gone. Well NOT this year, for I am determined to truly enjoy it. All the shopping is done, gifts are wrapped, etc. All that is left is to do some baking and enjoy the time with our loved ones. The best way for us to do that is to have PJ day to just hang out together...no pressure to be somewhere or major chores for the day...just simply BE and ENJOY. For I know how time is so precious and I want to treasure these days with my kids, especially the excitement and wonder of all Christmas brings.
As we decorated the tree last week, I hung up ornaments with so many memories...my favorites include the ornaments I have collected on our travel adventures as well as the little picture frames of Derick each year. Wow hard to believe this is his fifth Christmas. Zoe being almost 9 months now loves to look at the ornaments on the tree (and eat what she can get ahold of)...Oh and how she loves to dance to the music...well more like bounce up and down, but oh so cute. So we are filled with so many happy moments when we relish our time and our blessings.
At one point today Derick started gathering all his puppets and stuffed animals. These were special to him and once upon a time he just couldn't sleep without. There were usually at least 6 of them and heaven forbid one would get lost in the middle of the night. He would sit up on his bed screaming at the top of his lungs. We would run it wondering what terrible thing would be wrong, only to have him tell us that he lost one of his baby giraffes. Well I asked Derick what he was doing with all of them. He informed me he didn't need them anymore so was going to take them to his Nama's house and give them to her. I know he hadn't actually slept with them in a couple months, but thought it was cute they were still all lined up on a table in the corner. I advised him that maybe sister would want them when she got bigger. Then without any further conversation he carried them all into her room and put them in her little canvas tote bin. That was that..at least for him. When he is done with something, time to move it out. Maybe it is a boy thing?? I, on the otherhand had an internal sigh of sadness wondering how he could let go of something so easily he once held so dear. [Sad Moment.] I then asked Derick if I could put a book on his head to keep him from growing so fast. He said, "No Mom. I have to get big so I can be a quarterback. You can't stop me from growing." Isn't that the cold, hard truth.
Then a couple hours later when Zoe awoke from her 2nd nap I found her standing up and leaning way too far over her crib. She often would sit up and pull herself to her knees, but hadn't really been standing up much. So no more holding on to the idea of her being so small either, as she is growing right before our eyes and time to face the music and lower the crib. [Sad Moment.]
Yet I am so thankful that my children are growing healthy each and every day and if I keep my intended tradition of PJ day once a week...I still have at least 4 more of them to look forward to :)
As we decorated the tree last week, I hung up ornaments with so many memories...my favorites include the ornaments I have collected on our travel adventures as well as the little picture frames of Derick each year. Wow hard to believe this is his fifth Christmas. Zoe being almost 9 months now loves to look at the ornaments on the tree (and eat what she can get ahold of)...Oh and how she loves to dance to the music...well more like bounce up and down, but oh so cute. So we are filled with so many happy moments when we relish our time and our blessings.
At one point today Derick started gathering all his puppets and stuffed animals. These were special to him and once upon a time he just couldn't sleep without. There were usually at least 6 of them and heaven forbid one would get lost in the middle of the night. He would sit up on his bed screaming at the top of his lungs. We would run it wondering what terrible thing would be wrong, only to have him tell us that he lost one of his baby giraffes. Well I asked Derick what he was doing with all of them. He informed me he didn't need them anymore so was going to take them to his Nama's house and give them to her. I know he hadn't actually slept with them in a couple months, but thought it was cute they were still all lined up on a table in the corner. I advised him that maybe sister would want them when she got bigger. Then without any further conversation he carried them all into her room and put them in her little canvas tote bin. That was that..at least for him. When he is done with something, time to move it out. Maybe it is a boy thing?? I, on the otherhand had an internal sigh of sadness wondering how he could let go of something so easily he once held so dear. [Sad Moment.] I then asked Derick if I could put a book on his head to keep him from growing so fast. He said, "No Mom. I have to get big so I can be a quarterback. You can't stop me from growing." Isn't that the cold, hard truth.
Then a couple hours later when Zoe awoke from her 2nd nap I found her standing up and leaning way too far over her crib. She often would sit up and pull herself to her knees, but hadn't really been standing up much. So no more holding on to the idea of her being so small either, as she is growing right before our eyes and time to face the music and lower the crib. [Sad Moment.]
Yet I am so thankful that my children are growing healthy each and every day and if I keep my intended tradition of PJ day once a week...I still have at least 4 more of them to look forward to :)
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Growing Up
Derick looking so grown up when he dresses "nice". I love that he goes in his closet everyday and dresses himself. Well most days. Every now and again he gets upset when I tell him he doesn't match, but overall he does a great job!
Zoe sporting her brother's cool shades. She is thinking harder and harder about the idea of crawling but hasn't taken it upon herself to actually do it :) [Am happy as keeps MY life that much easier to know she will be in the same spot if I have to leave the room for a minute or two]
Sunday, October 31, 2010
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Wednesday, October 6, 2010
So Derick was one of the kids chosen for the catalog shoot. He was a little excited about it when he found out he was scheduled to shoot with one of his best friends, but then due to the major rainstorm we had last night they shuffled the schedule around and he didn't know anyone. There he was putting on strange clothes (this outfit but also a cowboy hat, boots, beltbuckle, and kercheif tied around his neck to look like a bandit) in a strange place (the Goldfield Ghost Town) by strange people (all who spoke French) and taken over to a mock jail...with some acting cowboys doing a shootout about 100 ft away. Hmmm...now as I stop to think from his perspective I can understand why he was a little nervous!! I had to stay out of sight with the other parents as to not distract the kids. But when all was said and done he said he had fun and got some new clothes out of the deal (although maybe a little too white or nice for a 4yr old boy). But we will be excited to see the results when the spring catalog comes out for the company. If you want to keep a look out you can see their website at: www.deuxpardeux.com Should be interesting!
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Sunday, October 3, 2010
A New Experience
A friend had advised an agent was looking for some kids for a clothing catalog shoot and Derick fit the criteria so I decided to send in his picture. He had his "audition" for it today. He was so cute...he had wanted to know what kind of things they may ask him and wanted to practice what he would say. The agent had advised a few things they may talk to him about. As we were walking in I asked him if they asked about is family what would he say. He replied, "I will tell them I have a sister Zoe, but that she isn't orange." I tried not to laugh and said he could leave the orange part off as if they didn't watch Sesame Street they may not understand. He also had a Circus Train song prepared in case they wanted him to show how he could sing as well as all his favorite things to do. Needless to say he walked in they asked him to put on one of their outfits and took a poloroid of him, gave him a shirt and said that was all. When we left he said, "Mom that was a million fast and they didn't ask me anything." An interesting experience nonetheless and it was fun spending some time focusing just on Derick!
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Derick -- 4 years
Oh little Derick. He has so many funny things he says and precious things he does that I try and remember and kick myself for not writing things down because I do forget. When he turned 4 and I took both he and Zoe in together for their checkups they were both due for shots. I told him he would get his first so he could show sister he could be brave. The nurse gave him his shots and he held back the tears pretty well. It was evident they were there but they did not stream down the cheeks--he really did great! Next was Zoe's turn. Of course as soon as they poked her she began to cry. Then Derick BURST into tears and shouted..."I am only crying because she is crying. I am so sad for Zoe!" It was comical. I actually laughed out loud and almost couldn't stop. They were both so emotional I knew they wouldn't even notice so why try to hide it. Even the nurse was like "Come on buddy, you did great for yours...what's the matter?"
As we have started talking about Christmas I have started probing what Derick might want. [He got a fishing pole last year from Santa and we had gotten one for his daddy.] He tells me that we should ask for a fishing pole for me so we can all go fishing togeth. I naturally asked "What about sister?" He said she didn't need one and "We can just turn on the monitor and leave her sleeping". Hmmm...not so sure we will get reception that far :)
Have I mentioned Derick's LOVE for video games? We decided to get him the Wii for his birthday. I really had wanted to hold off for awhile, but in the heat of the AZ summer when we are trapped inside there is really only so much to do. So we thought it would be another outlet/active activity to occupy some of his time. I was kind of thinking the newness would fade away but we still have to pick and choose the days and times we allow him to play or he would be glued to it most of the day. Yet he is very respectful and knows if he goes over his alloted time he will lose his priveleges. There have even been a few times he shuts it off on his own and tells me he has been playing too much. I do have to admit I love how great of a bargaining chip it has become to encourage good behavior...maybe not the ideal way or working things, but it has worked wonders in this stage of life.
Yesterday I received a comment that left me feeling very conflicted. As I am cleaning the house to prepare for our church small groups arrival when Derick tells me "Mom I like school better than being at home." I was a little disheartened and immediatly took it personally thinking he doesn't like spending time with me, but yet could never tell that to my 4 yr old. Instead I chose to respond by telling him how happy I am that he loves school and having so many new friends to play with, and also told him I was sorry I had a very busy day and couldn't play with him as much as I would like. Then a few hours later I saw a sign on a church billboard talking about God always has time to listen to His children. Another dagger to the heart. In the NONSTOP chatter of his 4 yr old world I often do the "Yeah, Yeah" and sometimes just repeat the last few words so he knows I have been listening but am sometimes am not doing a very good job at "hearing" him.
Speaking of school...he does love it. Everyday he comes into my room and wakes me up by asking...what is today? What are we doing today...do I get to go to school? If the answer is anything other than school he tells me he doesn't like it as much but ok, but when does he get to go to school again? It is wonderful and he has such an eagerness to learn. He has learned that when you go into a new situation where you don't know any other people it is an opportunity to make new friends. So he has made some new friends. The first month he knew the names of all the girls and one of the boys. His sweet personality and spirit is probably a draw to some of the girls rather than the wild and crazy boys his age. I am actually working in his class tomorrow so am looking forward to seeing the class dynamics and his friends :) So will try and give an update sooner that later. I do so love my boy and love to hear from all who spend time with him of how sweet and smart he is. So when he is a little more sensitive to movies, cartoons, or not wanting to be super agressive toward other kids I hope we learn to nurture his gifts as he grows and ventures more into the 'real world' and school next year.
As we have started talking about Christmas I have started probing what Derick might want. [He got a fishing pole last year from Santa and we had gotten one for his daddy.] He tells me that we should ask for a fishing pole for me so we can all go fishing togeth. I naturally asked "What about sister?" He said she didn't need one and "We can just turn on the monitor and leave her sleeping". Hmmm...not so sure we will get reception that far :)
Have I mentioned Derick's LOVE for video games? We decided to get him the Wii for his birthday. I really had wanted to hold off for awhile, but in the heat of the AZ summer when we are trapped inside there is really only so much to do. So we thought it would be another outlet/active activity to occupy some of his time. I was kind of thinking the newness would fade away but we still have to pick and choose the days and times we allow him to play or he would be glued to it most of the day. Yet he is very respectful and knows if he goes over his alloted time he will lose his priveleges. There have even been a few times he shuts it off on his own and tells me he has been playing too much. I do have to admit I love how great of a bargaining chip it has become to encourage good behavior...maybe not the ideal way or working things, but it has worked wonders in this stage of life.
Yesterday I received a comment that left me feeling very conflicted. As I am cleaning the house to prepare for our church small groups arrival when Derick tells me "Mom I like school better than being at home." I was a little disheartened and immediatly took it personally thinking he doesn't like spending time with me, but yet could never tell that to my 4 yr old. Instead I chose to respond by telling him how happy I am that he loves school and having so many new friends to play with, and also told him I was sorry I had a very busy day and couldn't play with him as much as I would like. Then a few hours later I saw a sign on a church billboard talking about God always has time to listen to His children. Another dagger to the heart. In the NONSTOP chatter of his 4 yr old world I often do the "Yeah, Yeah" and sometimes just repeat the last few words so he knows I have been listening but am sometimes am not doing a very good job at "hearing" him.
Speaking of school...he does love it. Everyday he comes into my room and wakes me up by asking...what is today? What are we doing today...do I get to go to school? If the answer is anything other than school he tells me he doesn't like it as much but ok, but when does he get to go to school again? It is wonderful and he has such an eagerness to learn. He has learned that when you go into a new situation where you don't know any other people it is an opportunity to make new friends. So he has made some new friends. The first month he knew the names of all the girls and one of the boys. His sweet personality and spirit is probably a draw to some of the girls rather than the wild and crazy boys his age. I am actually working in his class tomorrow so am looking forward to seeing the class dynamics and his friends :) So will try and give an update sooner that later. I do so love my boy and love to hear from all who spend time with him of how sweet and smart he is. So when he is a little more sensitive to movies, cartoons, or not wanting to be super agressive toward other kids I hope we learn to nurture his gifts as he grows and ventures more into the 'real world' and school next year.
Zoe--catch up to 7 months
So I find myself feeling guilty that I have not been faithful about keeping this up...mostly for Zoe's sake as I was so faithful at recording what Derick would do on a week to week basis...or at the very least month by month. I also find that I have so many more professional looking pictures rather than just snapshots of 'life' so will work on that too.
Ahhh...where are we now...Zoe is 7 months. (So have missed the last 3...ah yi yi) She continues to be such a happy sweet girl. She started sitting up on her own the last month or so which is so freeing for both her and us. She loves to sit and play trying to reach for the toys surrounding her, but if reaches too far topples over. Her first two teeth made an appearance Aug 29th. Her nose has been running off and on the last couple weeks that I am thinking the top will show soon, but no evidence of them yet. So we are enjoying the little grins as she jolts her bottom jaw forward and flashes her pearly whites.
One of my favorite things she does is "sing" herself to sleep as we are driving. It's more like a combination of humming and screaming "Aaaahhhhh" or "Eeeeeeehhhh" then her head tips up and she passes out. Another thing she loves is to be tossed into the air or to be "roughhoused" a little. It's funny how we seemed to treat her more gently since she is a girl and just started realizing how much she loves to rough and tumble...I mean the girl immediately laughs and lights up...so it will be so fun to see how this aspect unfolds as she grows. Her daddy thinks she will be pretty athletic and not as cautious or sensitive as Derick has been. [Although they still set each other off...when one cries the other often follows suit purely out of sympathy.]
Her love of laughter is becoming more evident all the time. She will giggle so easily...especially at her daddy and brother. The smiles they have are so contagious that she starts up "Haaahaahaa" before squealing in delight.
She started her babyfood solids and seems to really like most of it but definitely favors the fruits and meat dinners over the veggies (exception-sweet potatoes). When I given her some sample table food fare she sort of shudders and spits it out...so seems to have a texture thing going on.
Zoe truly is a a blessing and already touches so many lives at her young age by the joy she exudes. In the church nursery they have told us she is the comedian in the room always laughing and smiling. In the store I have heard multiple times people say "Thank you for that smile. You have made my day." At the Dr's office...and on and on...I love her joy. I am hoping/praying this is her personality (just like her daddy to have such a joyful heart).
I have 'tortured' in the taking of many pictures, dressing her up in tutus, putting her in baskets and bowls...I am hoping to get some new pics of her up soon :)
Ahhh...where are we now...Zoe is 7 months. (So have missed the last 3...ah yi yi) She continues to be such a happy sweet girl. She started sitting up on her own the last month or so which is so freeing for both her and us. She loves to sit and play trying to reach for the toys surrounding her, but if reaches too far topples over. Her first two teeth made an appearance Aug 29th. Her nose has been running off and on the last couple weeks that I am thinking the top will show soon, but no evidence of them yet. So we are enjoying the little grins as she jolts her bottom jaw forward and flashes her pearly whites.
One of my favorite things she does is "sing" herself to sleep as we are driving. It's more like a combination of humming and screaming "Aaaahhhhh" or "Eeeeeeehhhh" then her head tips up and she passes out. Another thing she loves is to be tossed into the air or to be "roughhoused" a little. It's funny how we seemed to treat her more gently since she is a girl and just started realizing how much she loves to rough and tumble...I mean the girl immediately laughs and lights up...so it will be so fun to see how this aspect unfolds as she grows. Her daddy thinks she will be pretty athletic and not as cautious or sensitive as Derick has been. [Although they still set each other off...when one cries the other often follows suit purely out of sympathy.]
Her love of laughter is becoming more evident all the time. She will giggle so easily...especially at her daddy and brother. The smiles they have are so contagious that she starts up "Haaahaahaa" before squealing in delight.
She started her babyfood solids and seems to really like most of it but definitely favors the fruits and meat dinners over the veggies (exception-sweet potatoes). When I given her some sample table food fare she sort of shudders and spits it out...so seems to have a texture thing going on.
Zoe truly is a a blessing and already touches so many lives at her young age by the joy she exudes. In the church nursery they have told us she is the comedian in the room always laughing and smiling. In the store I have heard multiple times people say "Thank you for that smile. You have made my day." At the Dr's office...and on and on...I love her joy. I am hoping/praying this is her personality (just like her daddy to have such a joyful heart).
I have 'tortured' in the taking of many pictures, dressing her up in tutus, putting her in baskets and bowls...I am hoping to get some new pics of her up soon :)
Friday, July 9, 2010
4 Months and 4th of July
Zoe is growing, growing, growing. She weighed in at 13lb 2oz, and was 24.25" long at her 4 month appointment. She was in the 25-50% for both. Derick and his daddy were both sick at the time...Ricky with a cold and Derick with pinkeye so we delayed in getting her shots as I was afraid she was fighting the same things. Sure enough she ended up getting both. Nonetheless she seems to have recovered fairly well and we are working to get her back into her sleep habits. While she was sick she was back to waking up every 3 hours...which I am so over! Then she went back to 8-9 hours...so at least that is manageable...however I would LOVE to get back to the 10-12 hours! At her appointment, her Dr. asked me if she was rolling over. I said, "No and I really haven't even worked with her on it." The dr. said that we didn't want her to be delayed in that area. I thought to myself that I don't want her on the move yet, as that changes everything...no more just laying her on the bed or changing table while I grab something or whatever. But feeling guilty about it after we got home I started showing her what to do...yet I was the one doing all the work while she just stared at me with her big eyes...so funny.
While I loved, loved, loved Derick through all stages, I failed to appreciate the simplicity of the baby stage (well between the lack of sleep and constant teething I was in a fog). Now I treasure the time knowing how fast it all goes. I do have to say how much I LOVE the 4 month old stage. It's like Zoe just can't smile big enough. You just make eye contact and her whole face lights up and she smiles with her whole body and being. She kicks her legs and flails her arms so excitedly. Just this morning at 530am I decide I better change her diaper before I lay her back down and I keep telling myself...don't make eye contact, don't make eye contact. I go to the extreme of pretty much keeping my head turned. Yet seeing this sweet girl just laying there so intently smiling and seeking out my eyes I can't help but lock her gaze and give her a quick smile. Thankfully she did lay back down and settle very quickly.
We celebrated the 4th by staying home. How exciting does that sound? Actually it was great. The city had a fireworks show less than 1/2 mile away which meant that all we had to do was sit with our neighbors across the street to see the show. It was especially nice that I could lay Zoe down in her bed and keep the monitor on. Derick could go in and out of the house for bathroom, snacks, and drinks. The show included many of the loud booming sounds, and I was sure this would wake up Zoe. She would stir a little but go back to sleep. When the show was over and it was quiet is when she started to wake up (go figure!). I could movement on the monitor camera and heard crying. I figured she had her arm stuck in the crib slat...something she has begun doing even with the bumper on. I went into her room and found that she had rolled over for the first time on her own and she didn't know what to do. Last night she did it again. Hmmm...now I am remembering another reason I didn't want her to do this yet.
This was Derick's first 4th of July, as he could never stay awake late enough that we never bothered to take him somewhere...and last year we were moving out of our house on the 4th. I think he enjoyed the fireworks for what he saw of them. He was so busy running around with the neighbor kids and his cousins. He would stop and look up every now and again. The finale did capture all the kids attention though...they stopped and just stared up at the sky...it was fun to watch him.
I can't believe he is 2 days away from being a 4yr old. I have the day to finish preparing for his party tomorrow. Will give an update on him more next week and also post some pictures then.
While I loved, loved, loved Derick through all stages, I failed to appreciate the simplicity of the baby stage (well between the lack of sleep and constant teething I was in a fog). Now I treasure the time knowing how fast it all goes. I do have to say how much I LOVE the 4 month old stage. It's like Zoe just can't smile big enough. You just make eye contact and her whole face lights up and she smiles with her whole body and being. She kicks her legs and flails her arms so excitedly. Just this morning at 530am I decide I better change her diaper before I lay her back down and I keep telling myself...don't make eye contact, don't make eye contact. I go to the extreme of pretty much keeping my head turned. Yet seeing this sweet girl just laying there so intently smiling and seeking out my eyes I can't help but lock her gaze and give her a quick smile. Thankfully she did lay back down and settle very quickly.
We celebrated the 4th by staying home. How exciting does that sound? Actually it was great. The city had a fireworks show less than 1/2 mile away which meant that all we had to do was sit with our neighbors across the street to see the show. It was especially nice that I could lay Zoe down in her bed and keep the monitor on. Derick could go in and out of the house for bathroom, snacks, and drinks. The show included many of the loud booming sounds, and I was sure this would wake up Zoe. She would stir a little but go back to sleep. When the show was over and it was quiet is when she started to wake up (go figure!). I could movement on the monitor camera and heard crying. I figured she had her arm stuck in the crib slat...something she has begun doing even with the bumper on. I went into her room and found that she had rolled over for the first time on her own and she didn't know what to do. Last night she did it again. Hmmm...now I am remembering another reason I didn't want her to do this yet.
This was Derick's first 4th of July, as he could never stay awake late enough that we never bothered to take him somewhere...and last year we were moving out of our house on the 4th. I think he enjoyed the fireworks for what he saw of them. He was so busy running around with the neighbor kids and his cousins. He would stop and look up every now and again. The finale did capture all the kids attention though...they stopped and just stared up at the sky...it was fun to watch him.
I can't believe he is 2 days away from being a 4yr old. I have the day to finish preparing for his party tomorrow. Will give an update on him more next week and also post some pictures then.
Friday, June 18, 2010
Some new pictures
Our sweet little girl...
Had they been closer in age one would think they are twins! Funny when I asked Derick who all these babies were, he said "They are the same mommy..." I had to point out that he was the baby in the middle picture :)
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Chicken Camp Pictures
It sounds like they are having fun at Chicken Camp. Here are a few pictures I have received. I love that she even made him an "official" Tshirt! He comes home tomorrow...can't wait to see him. I am hoping we don't have issues getting retrained after being a little spoiled at Nama's house :) I can't wait to hear some of his stories. My mom said he even took a nap one day and also slept til 915am yesterday...!! Monday, June 7, 2010
Chicken Camp
Derick is gearing up for his first 'vacation' to my mom's house. They are calling it Chicken Camp...as she has something like 14 chickens and Derick LOVES them. While we were up visiting over Memorial Day weekend, I think he spent half the time in the chicken coop...either looking for eggs, feeding them, or holding them. The chickens are extrememly tolerant to let a 3 yr old pick them up time and time again! She has even created a special invite including the agenda for each day...quite cute. I tried to copy and past it here but for whatever reason can't seem to make it work. My favorite is that the final day they will "celebrate a successful end of Chicken Camp by doing the Chicken Dance." So needless to say I have been trying to give him a head start by teaching him the moves. He seemed to solidify more when I could show him some You Tube videos of what it looks like. I'll have to try and post a little video later.
I am going to miss him as it will definitely be more quiet around here. But I know he is so excited about it and will have fun. He hasn't been away from us this long since our Hawaii trip a couple years ago. It just happened to work out that my mom was going to be in town leaving Wednesday and my sister was going to my mom's house this weekend...so worked out perfect that he could have transportation both directions. And I do have some goals to get organized, do some cleaning, maybe update my photography blog. Hopefully Zoe will cooperate and do some nice long naps for me during the day.
I am going to miss him as it will definitely be more quiet around here. But I know he is so excited about it and will have fun. He hasn't been away from us this long since our Hawaii trip a couple years ago. It just happened to work out that my mom was going to be in town leaving Wednesday and my sister was going to my mom's house this weekend...so worked out perfect that he could have transportation both directions. And I do have some goals to get organized, do some cleaning, maybe update my photography blog. Hopefully Zoe will cooperate and do some nice long naps for me during the day.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
3 Months and more 3 year old stories
It's hard to believe Zoe is 3 months now. It seems that the time goes so fast and while I enjoy each milestone, part of me is a little sad my baby is growing so quickly and my little boy keeps reminding me that "I am a big boy now mom...I am almost four. And four is big, but six is really big." I think I was in such a sleep deprived daze most of Derick's first year of life (understandable since the boy was NOT a good sleeper until he was about 2 1/2.) Yet since Zoe is such and awesome sleeper (about 10 hours a night--praise the Lord!) and I am not in that same tired state...I treasure my days with my kids. It's kind of funny that I feel I almost forgot about the stage she is in. I remembered the newborn stage, then in my mind remembered Derick sitting up playing with toys on a mat. I mentally skipped over this stage where the baby pretty much has to be held, in the swing, bouncy, or something as they can't do much yet. Yet the pure joy of their smiling faces and willingness to engage socially makes it all worth it and is so rewarding.
-My sister has taken Derick hiking a few times which he really seems to love. After returning from his hike up to the top of Squaw Peak (which can be a pretty intense climb, over an hour and half each way for them to hike), Derick tells me, "Next we are gonna hike Camelback, then the Grand Canyon!
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Derick continues to crack me up...but not always at the ideal moments to laugh:
-A few weeks ago he was acting up. As I was punishing him and sending him to his room he tells me that he needs cold water. Knowing he already had a water bottle by his bed, I told him too bad and to drink what he had. He started telling me..."When I am big and Kurt Warner and my dad is 'that other guy' and we play for the Cardinals...you can't watch."
-Ricky convinced Derick to go with him to the man store (Lowes or Home Depot) by advising him they could also stop at WalMart to ride the motorcylce [a video game in the arcade there]. Ricky said he only had $1 so he could only do 2 rides and made sure Derick knew what he was saying..only 2 rides. Derick replied..."Yes daddy, cause you have to save the other money for poker." [side note--Ricky had gone to play poker the previous night with some work friends for the first time, yet the guilt that the thought his 3yr old son thought he was holding out on him led him to provide his son with 2 additional motorcycle rides :)]
-My sister has taken Derick hiking a few times which he really seems to love. After returning from his hike up to the top of Squaw Peak (which can be a pretty intense climb, over an hour and half each way for them to hike), Derick tells me, "Next we are gonna hike Camelback, then the Grand Canyon!
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I do have to report though he is doing so much better with his sister. He has really grown to love her and is sometimes just a little too affectionate. I spend half my day telling him to give her some space, to back off, be gentle, etc. We try our best to maintain her wellbeing while not discouraging him too much from showing his love. I think the days of him being an only child are beginning to fade in his mind and he seems to be forgetting what life is like without her. Yet I know we both look forward to spending some mommy/son time together at the waterpark this summer.
Friday, May 14, 2010
Friday, April 23, 2010
Our Loves in Life
We have continued to adjust as a family of four. I am so thankful for all the blessings we have...especially for our family. We are in an amazing season of blessings and are joyful for each day we are given as we journey through the challenges and treasures of our children.
One of Derick's favorite things to do (aside from Chuck E Cheese) is to take pictures and videos with my cell fone. He loves to take some of Zoe and also of himself. Many family members receive videos of him telling him how much he loves them. It is usually very close up...often of his nose or one eye (as his arms aren't very long to get full face shots) and him saying how he "Loves you all the way up to the stars...not the mountains, as the stars are higher than the mountains." It is so sweet. He often asks me if I love him all the way up to the moon or the starts...always wanting to hear its to the stars since they too are higher than the moon.
Yesterday in the morning I advised him we would be going to Wal-Mart. He was so excited and can hardly contain himself as he loves the motorcycle video game in the fun center (as after Chuck E Cheese is probably his 2nd favorite thing in life). I advised him it would be after breakfast and after Zoe woke up from her nap. She was sleeping in the pack n play setup downstairs and he and I were upstairs. I told him we needed to get dressed...so off he ran to get himself dressed. I was still getting ready about 10 min later when I hear..."Mom she woke up." Knowing it was highly unlikely she had woken herself up so soon, I went downstairs to check out the situation. On my way down I asked Derick if he woke her up and he said..."No..she is still sleeping." Yet I could hear the crying that would counter his statement. I peeked in and could see her blanket pulled off her...something she is not capable of doing...so it was obvious who the culprit was. She continued screaming for quite sometime even after picking her up...you know where the face turns nearly purple as she holds out for air, then belts it out like the world is going to end. I tried to calmly point out to Derick that she has not been feeling well and really needs her rest. I also explained that it would now take us longer to get to Wal-Mart. Awhile later as he sat eating his breakfast, he told me that he would not play his Pac-Man game (probably his 3rd love in life) because he had woken up Zoe. He did kept saying sorry to her as she was crying and I could tell he really did feel bad about it.
Wow...the last couple weeks with Derick were challenging for me. Derick finally started verbalizing his jealousy over his sister and it was heartbreaking to hear. He would tell me not to hold Zoe and just leave her there to cry. He would stand in my way...arms stretched as wide as he could and say "You can't get her...I am blocking you." One day after stepping around him to pick her up, he waited til I turned around then stood on my foot. He stayed there bouncing up and down after several requests that he move, so I advised him one last time to please move or he would get a spank. He refused so I carried through with his little spank and asked him to go to his room until he could be nice. After his initial burst of tears and catching his breath through his cries, he said to me..."You tell me to be nice, but you are not being nice to me!" Yikes...how was I to respond to that one? My 3 year old is putting all this together and turning it back at me!
Thankfully my sweet Derick returned the last couple of days. He has been so thoughtful and kind...the boy I have known until his alter ego showed up these past couple weeks....is back...I hope to stay!
Zoe started smiling a couple weeks ago. It just melts our hearts. She has been a pretty easy going baby and really is pretty mellow just taking in the world around her. In the last few days she seems to have an appreciation for her brother. Instead of being jumpy when he shows his face in fear of being clobbered or slimed with kisses, her face lights up and she smiles. So now he is on a mission to always make her smile. She even coos a little when he sings her Rock a Bye Baby.
I am truly thankful to God that she seems to be a much better sleeper than Derick ever was. She is already sleeping through the night most of the time...a good 6-7 hours, wakes up to eat, then back to sleep for another couple hours. Praise God for that..as I don't know how I would function. That first 6 weeks was rough...waking up every 2-3 hours then trying to get through the day without a nap...as Derick dropped his naps a year ago. When praying for her during my pregnancy, I specifically and adamently requested she be a good sleeper...as Derick never was until he was nearly 3yrs and still has issues. So I am very thankful for that answered prayer. She did have her first cold this past week...quite congested and mild fevers...so had a few rough nights, but seems to be back on track now...just in time for our trip to Kingman today...headed up so she can meet her great grandparents for the first time :)
So I close with the thought as displayed on our family collage above...The love of a Family is life's greatest blessing. What truth that is and I am forever thankful.
Rationale or Justification?
I have every intention of adding more to this on a weekly basis..at least...yet time seems to slip away before me. My days are filled with so many things like running to and from preschool, meals, diaper changes, baby feedings....sometimes I wonder where does the day go? And I don't feel I have much to show for it to the eyes of outsiders...for sure not a clean house or any spectacular accomplishments...but I do have two growing children that seem to display love and happiness...that is enough satisfaction for me. A new appreciation came to me in my church mom's group newsletter this month. I think I have read it some time ago, yet have a new appreciation for it at this stage in my life.
If I live in a house of spotless beauty with everything in its palce, but have not love, I am a housekeeper-- not a homemaker. If I have time for waxing, polishing, and decorative achievements, but have not love, my childre learn cleanliness--not godliness.
Love leaves the dust in search of a child's laugh.
Love smiles at the tiny fingerprints on a newly cleaned window.
Love wipes away the tears before it wipes up the spilled milk.
Love picks up the child before it picks up the toys.
Love is present through the trials.
Love reprimands, reproves, and is responsive.
Love is the key that opens salvation's message to a child's heart.
Love crawls with the baby, walks with the toddler, runs with the child, then stands aside to let the youth walk into adulthood.
Before I became a mother I took glory in my house of perfection. Now I glory in God's perfection of my child. As a mother, there is much I must teach my child, but the greatest of all is love.
-Author Unknown
So I like to think of this as my rationale for my less than spotless house rather than my justification for it :)
If I live in a house of spotless beauty with everything in its palce, but have not love, I am a housekeeper-- not a homemaker. If I have time for waxing, polishing, and decorative achievements, but have not love, my childre learn cleanliness--not godliness.
Love leaves the dust in search of a child's laugh.
Love smiles at the tiny fingerprints on a newly cleaned window.
Love wipes away the tears before it wipes up the spilled milk.
Love picks up the child before it picks up the toys.
Love is present through the trials.
Love reprimands, reproves, and is responsive.
Love is the key that opens salvation's message to a child's heart.
Love crawls with the baby, walks with the toddler, runs with the child, then stands aside to let the youth walk into adulthood.
Before I became a mother I took glory in my house of perfection. Now I glory in God's perfection of my child. As a mother, there is much I must teach my child, but the greatest of all is love.
-Author Unknown
So I like to think of this as my rationale for my less than spotless house rather than my justification for it :)
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Multi-tasking and The Growler
Yesterday as we were preparing to sit down for dinner, I made the usual request for Derick to go and wash his hands as it was almost time to sit down. As I am serving the plates I hear him talking to himself in the bathroom. As I listen closer to what is being said, I hear that he is saying his prayers as he is washing his hands. It was so cute that I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. I know it has been hard for him lately to wait patiently while his food is in front of him. He sits and eats and tells me that he just can't stop eating...not even for a minute to pray. Well I guess he found a way to solve the problem himself...to multi-task and take care of two things at once :) I was just greatful he was prompting himself of what needed to be done, but will eventually turn it back into a family affair at the table.
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We had a hard time picking Zoe's middle name. We had considered several different options and it was up until the time we were filling out her birth certificate prior to leaving the hospital that the decision was made. I am sure I have mentioned before that Derick wanted to name her Zoe Kicker Ruiz. As far as he was concerned that was all she did in utero...well at least all he could feel. However, now that is out of the womb, it seems a more fitting middle name for her would have been "The Growler". She is quite a noisy and growly baby. I thought Derick was loud with all his farm noises and squeaks, but he didn't hold a candle compared to this little girl. You would think she was a ravenous bear fighting for the last piece of meat as she nurses. She makes such loud noises and heaven forbid she has to be covered...she thrashes her head around and cranks up the volume several notches. At home I find it quite entertaining, yet as we are venturing out more and more in public for extended periods of time and I have to nurse her...it can become quite un-nerving. Well hopefully we will both get more comfortable with it.
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Hmmm... last shared piece of info for the day. Derick has mentioned a couple times about having another baby. He thinks he is ready for another baby...specifically requesting that it be a baby brother. In fact last week he reminded me to "pray for the little boy who lost his baby" then followed up with a prayer for himself to have a baby brother...and we could save the name Kicker for him. Then tonight at dinner he said that when we go to Chuck E Cheese (something he talks about at least 30 times a day) that I would have to hold one baby and Daddy would have to hold the other baby. So again I say...Hmmm.... only God knows what he has in store for our future :) I do miss my sleep, but am treasuring this time with our sweet girl...as since don't know what is in store for us...keep reminding myself that sleep deprivation is only a temporary state.
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We had a hard time picking Zoe's middle name. We had considered several different options and it was up until the time we were filling out her birth certificate prior to leaving the hospital that the decision was made. I am sure I have mentioned before that Derick wanted to name her Zoe Kicker Ruiz. As far as he was concerned that was all she did in utero...well at least all he could feel. However, now that is out of the womb, it seems a more fitting middle name for her would have been "The Growler". She is quite a noisy and growly baby. I thought Derick was loud with all his farm noises and squeaks, but he didn't hold a candle compared to this little girl. You would think she was a ravenous bear fighting for the last piece of meat as she nurses. She makes such loud noises and heaven forbid she has to be covered...she thrashes her head around and cranks up the volume several notches. At home I find it quite entertaining, yet as we are venturing out more and more in public for extended periods of time and I have to nurse her...it can become quite un-nerving. Well hopefully we will both get more comfortable with it.
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Hmmm... last shared piece of info for the day. Derick has mentioned a couple times about having another baby. He thinks he is ready for another baby...specifically requesting that it be a baby brother. In fact last week he reminded me to "pray for the little boy who lost his baby" then followed up with a prayer for himself to have a baby brother...and we could save the name Kicker for him. Then tonight at dinner he said that when we go to Chuck E Cheese (something he talks about at least 30 times a day) that I would have to hold one baby and Daddy would have to hold the other baby. So again I say...Hmmm.... only God knows what he has in store for our future :) I do miss my sleep, but am treasuring this time with our sweet girl...as since don't know what is in store for us...keep reminding myself that sleep deprivation is only a temporary state.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Our first 2 weeks as a family of 4
Well we have survived and actually enjoyed our first 2 weeks as a family of four. It was a little hectic coming home from the hospital and having a whirlwind of visitors. We then enjoyed a few days to ourselves trying to get settled in. Derick had a rough few days then has gotten better, though many days now just have rough patches mixed with the good.
I think I have cried twice for him having a hard time adjusting. The first afternoon we were home I was in Zoe's room nursing and he spotted a toy up in her closet that he wanted. I explained to him I would be happy to get it for him but he needed to wait patiently a few minutes til sister was done. A moment later he returned with his stepstool and determination to get the toy himself. I again asked him to wait just a few minutes. He looked at me with tears welled up in his eyes and said, "You are too busy doing that. (Pointing at me nursing) I will do it myself." The fact he wasn't fussing, but just more hurt... broke my heart. Thankfully with his stool he could reach what he wanted. He left the room feeling proud of himself for accomplishing his task all on his own.
Then yesterday I offered to take him to the park. He was so excited and ran to get his shoes. He sat on the stairs and asked if he was putting them on the right feet. Again as I was nursing I asked him to bring them down and I would check it out. He lost it and it turned into a 10 minute tantrum so I cancelled the park. He ran to his room and closed the door. Still attached to the baby, I went in and sat on his bed. I asked what was wrong and he just stared at us and said "I don't know." I could tell in his eyes that he was having a hard time sharing me, but didn't want to say anything bad. I teared up, hugged him and talked to him about how he was doing such a great job being a big brother and how we have to share our time.
Overall though he is doing great job. We are trying to encourage showing his love but being careful not to smother and squish her too much. I am understanding why 2nd children get to be so tough at an early age :) My mom spent the last five days with us and was a big help entertaining Derick. I appreciated having time to bond with Zoe while knowing Derick was being loved and played with as well. She left yesterday morning. Ricky returned to work yesterday as well. So we had our first day just me and the two kiddos...and we survived :)
Zoe is doing well. I think many babies are really good babies their first two weeks, as they just sleep all the time...so I don't want to jinx anything as we are just crossing that timeline. She was jaundiced but seems to be getting better although at times her eyes still look a little yellowish. She also has a little congestion and cold. I know she got it at the dr. office from her first well visit. So frustrating to see all the parents that think they are above sitting in the sick room, rather they sit in the well visit room and let their kids cough all over!! Thanks alot people.
She is so precious and we adore her. She is having more alert moments and it's fun to watch her check things out. Maybe it's having been through this once already, maybe it's that she has been so long awaited, or maybe both...but I find myself more relaxed and patient with her...even in her crying moments. At night when she has a hard time settling in I find myself wanting to hold her knowing this is such a short time of her being so little and not knowing what God has in store for us...whether or not we will experience it again with another baby. So while Ricky has opted to let her settle herself, yet I often find myself holding her..cherishing the moments...hoping and praying that the sleep I get will be enough to sustain me through the day with a good attitude and patience. I thank heaven for this treasure and for all my precious family.
My friend Sarah the photographer has been over 3 times taking pictures. Hopefully will get some from her in the next couple weeks and have some more to post including some of us as a family.
I think I have cried twice for him having a hard time adjusting. The first afternoon we were home I was in Zoe's room nursing and he spotted a toy up in her closet that he wanted. I explained to him I would be happy to get it for him but he needed to wait patiently a few minutes til sister was done. A moment later he returned with his stepstool and determination to get the toy himself. I again asked him to wait just a few minutes. He looked at me with tears welled up in his eyes and said, "You are too busy doing that. (Pointing at me nursing) I will do it myself." The fact he wasn't fussing, but just more hurt... broke my heart. Thankfully with his stool he could reach what he wanted. He left the room feeling proud of himself for accomplishing his task all on his own.
Then yesterday I offered to take him to the park. He was so excited and ran to get his shoes. He sat on the stairs and asked if he was putting them on the right feet. Again as I was nursing I asked him to bring them down and I would check it out. He lost it and it turned into a 10 minute tantrum so I cancelled the park. He ran to his room and closed the door. Still attached to the baby, I went in and sat on his bed. I asked what was wrong and he just stared at us and said "I don't know." I could tell in his eyes that he was having a hard time sharing me, but didn't want to say anything bad. I teared up, hugged him and talked to him about how he was doing such a great job being a big brother and how we have to share our time.
Overall though he is doing great job. We are trying to encourage showing his love but being careful not to smother and squish her too much. I am understanding why 2nd children get to be so tough at an early age :) My mom spent the last five days with us and was a big help entertaining Derick. I appreciated having time to bond with Zoe while knowing Derick was being loved and played with as well. She left yesterday morning. Ricky returned to work yesterday as well. So we had our first day just me and the two kiddos...and we survived :)
Zoe is doing well. I think many babies are really good babies their first two weeks, as they just sleep all the time...so I don't want to jinx anything as we are just crossing that timeline. She was jaundiced but seems to be getting better although at times her eyes still look a little yellowish. She also has a little congestion and cold. I know she got it at the dr. office from her first well visit. So frustrating to see all the parents that think they are above sitting in the sick room, rather they sit in the well visit room and let their kids cough all over!! Thanks alot people.
She is so precious and we adore her. She is having more alert moments and it's fun to watch her check things out. Maybe it's having been through this once already, maybe it's that she has been so long awaited, or maybe both...but I find myself more relaxed and patient with her...even in her crying moments. At night when she has a hard time settling in I find myself wanting to hold her knowing this is such a short time of her being so little and not knowing what God has in store for us...whether or not we will experience it again with another baby. So while Ricky has opted to let her settle herself, yet I often find myself holding her..cherishing the moments...hoping and praying that the sleep I get will be enough to sustain me through the day with a good attitude and patience. I thank heaven for this treasure and for all my precious family.
My friend Sarah the photographer has been over 3 times taking pictures. Hopefully will get some from her in the next couple weeks and have some more to post including some of us as a family.
Monday, March 1, 2010
A few pictures of our precious Zoe
You can click on any of the pictures below to see them enlarged. [just trying to conserve some memory space :)]
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Baby Zoe has arrived!
WARNING: This may be more info that you care to know...if so then just check back tomorrow when the pictures of our sweet baby Zoe are posted (or skip to below the *** marked below) ;)
Last Thursday I had my 39 week appointment. Dr. said I was showing to be dialated at 3.5...so not much change from the previous week at 3. He offered to help matters along by stripping the membranes, so I agreed. It was a relatively painless process but proved to be effective. As the evening wore on, I did start having more contractions. After eating a spicy Pad Thai dinner out with Ricky and Derick we came home and went for a family walk...well curb walking for me and scooter racing for them. A little more contractions but still mild. As we put Derick to bed that night at 745pm I thought I better pack him a little suitcase...just in case he ended up needing to go to his aunt and uncle's house that night...as I didn't want to be doing that once real labor kicked in.
Ricky and I enjoyed watching the Olympics...and it was about 9:45pm that the contractions became 5 minutes apart. They weren't too bad so I wanted to wait it out at home as long as possible (as we only live 2 miles from the hospital). At 11pm I told Ricky to go to bed and thought I would get some rest as well...knowing could be a long night. Yeah right, resting while one is in labor does not really happen. So I walked around our walkin closet while catching up on my Route 66 bible reading. At around 1am I woke Ricky up and said we better call his brother to get Derick as the contractions were 2-3 minutes apart. Dennys arrived to get Derick and we headed to the hospital arriving about 1:40am.
Apparently 3 people had just checked in and we were #4. They did send me into the triage room right away and got me hooked up to all the monitors. The nurse came in and measured me at 4.5...so a little more progress. But wow..once I layed down did the contractions intensify. I let her know that I did want an epidural but would hold out for a little while longer. She said I had to be admitted to Labor and Delivery first and since we were #4 we had to wait to be processed and she left the room. What seemed like and eternity, but in reality was about 30 minutes I sent Ricky to check the status. They said they called my Dr. and should be admitted shortly. A few more minutes she came back to check me and then left the room. A couple of them came back and then wheeled me in. I could see my Dr. in the hall which was a hopeful sign. He came into my room and I asked "Can I have an epidural now?" He replied, "You don't have any time. You are dialated at a 9 and won't last 3 more contractions." WHATT?? I didn't sign up for this..but when you are in an extemely painful state just struggling to breathe..it's hard to find the energy to complain. Ricky ran out to the car to get our bag which contained the camera. It was at that time I overheard a nurse saying she didn't think he would make it back in time for the birth. WHAT was this I was hearing?? They told me to breathe through the next contraction to give my husband a minute to return. He walked in the room and they told be to start pushing. The first one I had no idea what I was doing so it was a wasted effort. They then explained exactly what to do and that it would go fast. [I really thought they were telling me what I wanted to hear and it could NOT go fast enough as I was on my deathbed in pain]. Well I should have trusted them as 2 pushes later out came our precious baby girl. I was shocked... and it was only 3:09am...less than an hour and half since arriving at the hospital.
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Zoe Isabel Ruiz weighed in at 6lb. 10oz and was 19.75 inches long. She had a head full of black hair (something I adore in the hispanic genes) and beautiful skin coloring. At first glance she looked very much like Derick, but more and more people are saying they think she looks more like me with a little bit of Ricky...the exact opposite of what we hear about Derick. Regardless of all that, we love and adore her...what a precious addition to our family.
We are sleep deprived and enduring the challenges that come with a newborn. Derick is excited a good portion of the time yet going through his own adjustments of having to share his parents. It has been a whirlwind weekend of family visitors so I am looking forward to some quiet days adjusting to be a family of 4 together. I am also looking forward to taking some pictures of our precious little one and will download some of the first few days. So please check back soon for that!
Last Thursday I had my 39 week appointment. Dr. said I was showing to be dialated at 3.5...so not much change from the previous week at 3. He offered to help matters along by stripping the membranes, so I agreed. It was a relatively painless process but proved to be effective. As the evening wore on, I did start having more contractions. After eating a spicy Pad Thai dinner out with Ricky and Derick we came home and went for a family walk...well curb walking for me and scooter racing for them. A little more contractions but still mild. As we put Derick to bed that night at 745pm I thought I better pack him a little suitcase...just in case he ended up needing to go to his aunt and uncle's house that night...as I didn't want to be doing that once real labor kicked in.
Ricky and I enjoyed watching the Olympics...and it was about 9:45pm that the contractions became 5 minutes apart. They weren't too bad so I wanted to wait it out at home as long as possible (as we only live 2 miles from the hospital). At 11pm I told Ricky to go to bed and thought I would get some rest as well...knowing could be a long night. Yeah right, resting while one is in labor does not really happen. So I walked around our walkin closet while catching up on my Route 66 bible reading. At around 1am I woke Ricky up and said we better call his brother to get Derick as the contractions were 2-3 minutes apart. Dennys arrived to get Derick and we headed to the hospital arriving about 1:40am.
Apparently 3 people had just checked in and we were #4. They did send me into the triage room right away and got me hooked up to all the monitors. The nurse came in and measured me at 4.5...so a little more progress. But wow..once I layed down did the contractions intensify. I let her know that I did want an epidural but would hold out for a little while longer. She said I had to be admitted to Labor and Delivery first and since we were #4 we had to wait to be processed and she left the room. What seemed like and eternity, but in reality was about 30 minutes I sent Ricky to check the status. They said they called my Dr. and should be admitted shortly. A few more minutes she came back to check me and then left the room. A couple of them came back and then wheeled me in. I could see my Dr. in the hall which was a hopeful sign. He came into my room and I asked "Can I have an epidural now?" He replied, "You don't have any time. You are dialated at a 9 and won't last 3 more contractions." WHATT?? I didn't sign up for this..but when you are in an extemely painful state just struggling to breathe..it's hard to find the energy to complain. Ricky ran out to the car to get our bag which contained the camera. It was at that time I overheard a nurse saying she didn't think he would make it back in time for the birth. WHAT was this I was hearing?? They told me to breathe through the next contraction to give my husband a minute to return. He walked in the room and they told be to start pushing. The first one I had no idea what I was doing so it was a wasted effort. They then explained exactly what to do and that it would go fast. [I really thought they were telling me what I wanted to hear and it could NOT go fast enough as I was on my deathbed in pain]. Well I should have trusted them as 2 pushes later out came our precious baby girl. I was shocked... and it was only 3:09am...less than an hour and half since arriving at the hospital.
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Zoe Isabel Ruiz weighed in at 6lb. 10oz and was 19.75 inches long. She had a head full of black hair (something I adore in the hispanic genes) and beautiful skin coloring. At first glance she looked very much like Derick, but more and more people are saying they think she looks more like me with a little bit of Ricky...the exact opposite of what we hear about Derick. Regardless of all that, we love and adore her...what a precious addition to our family.
We are sleep deprived and enduring the challenges that come with a newborn. Derick is excited a good portion of the time yet going through his own adjustments of having to share his parents. It has been a whirlwind weekend of family visitors so I am looking forward to some quiet days adjusting to be a family of 4 together. I am also looking forward to taking some pictures of our precious little one and will download some of the first few days. So please check back soon for that!
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
A glimpse of Zoe's room
Here are a couple of pictures of Zoe's room. It is hard to see the color with the bright window, but is painted a light sage green and of course we had to add a little pink to our lives!
Cute Nuggets of a 3 Year Old
Derick has such a sweet and tender heart. He says so many priceless things that I wish I could record many of our conversations for later down the road. However due to my pg brain and overall forgetfulness I fail to remember so many. Yet here a few cute things he has talked about recently:
Last week:
D: You sure must have been a good girl.
Me: What makes you say that?
D: Jesus sent me to you. I think he only sent me because you were a good girl.
Me: Yes, Daddy and I prayed for you for a long time...just like we prayed for baby Zoe.
D: Yeah, but you were a good girl.
[Nice to hear that he has a good perception of me!]
A common mealtime prayer:
D: Thank you Jesus for Mommy, Daddy, and Derick, and Baby Zoe. Please help her get out of Mommy's tummy really carefully. Amen.
When talking about being a big brother:
D: Mommy, when baby Zoe wakes up in the night I will go sing to her.
Me: Oh really, what will you sing?
D: Mama, I think she likes Twinkle. I will sing that to her and you and Daddy can sleep.
[what a nice thought]
Last week:
D: You sure must have been a good girl.
Me: What makes you say that?
D: Jesus sent me to you. I think he only sent me because you were a good girl.
Me: Yes, Daddy and I prayed for you for a long time...just like we prayed for baby Zoe.
D: Yeah, but you were a good girl.
[Nice to hear that he has a good perception of me!]
A common mealtime prayer:
D: Thank you Jesus for Mommy, Daddy, and Derick, and Baby Zoe. Please help her get out of Mommy's tummy really carefully. Amen.
When talking about being a big brother:
D: Mommy, when baby Zoe wakes up in the night I will go sing to her.
Me: Oh really, what will you sing?
D: Mama, I think she likes Twinkle. I will sing that to her and you and Daddy can sleep.
[what a nice thought]
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Learning and Praying through Tragedy
It seems that sad stories have been all around lately. Thankfully we have been spared of being in one, yet our hearts are so heavy for those around us experiencing them. Yet we know there are no guarantees in life so have been talking to and utilizing them as teaching moments with Derick.
Now as I parent I often question myself as to what is the right thing to do in so many different situations...what is appropriate for our 3 1/2 yr old to learn and what is best to shelter him from. Yet life is life and I want him to gain some understanding at how precious it is and also to learn how important it is to trust in God and especially learn that praying is so important.
As we shared the broken hearted story with him of a family that lost a baby..due within just a few days of his coming sister...he asked a number of questions like why and where is the baby now. As he heard of their other little 2 yr old boy, Derick really seemed to take it upon himself to pray for him. After lunch prayers and so often in the middle of the meal Derick would say...I want to pray for that little boy and he would do just that. Even at night after stories and prayers we sing songs...then he would remember and tell me again that he wanted to pray for that little boy. I am so thankful for his precious and sensitive heart...being prompted and he is following the lead from above.
Derick loves to check the mail and will open anything we allow him to get his hands on. Yesterday we recieved a letter requesting donations for the Haiti relief. He asked what is said and then a ton of other questions trying to make any sense of things. He didn't know why they needed our money. He said he didn't want to give any of his money because he likes to ride the motorcycle at Wal-Mart. Trying to explain to a 3 yr old how that compares to kids who have no food/water/houses/parents can be challenging. So I picked a few pictures off the web to show him of houses crumbled and kids looking for food/water in dirty places. He softened a little then said we could send them "one big money" [aka a quarter].
Today we recieved news of yet another tragedy, yet I am opting not to share with him as I know where to draw the line and not stress him too much. An extended relative lost her life due to pregnancy complications. She was due the day after I am. Thankfully the baby is ok, but sadly she will leave behind a husband to raise four young boys.
It's often so difficult to make sense of such tragedies, yet all there is left to trust God's purposes and plans are higher than our own. Yet why do I feel selfish when I stop to count all my blessings? I am reminded to be so very thankful for every moment and everyday...even through the rough days. I know what I experience is often just a minor aggravation rather then anything substantial. I hugged both my husband and son just a little bit tighter today and can only be greatful for what I do get to experience.
Now as I parent I often question myself as to what is the right thing to do in so many different situations...what is appropriate for our 3 1/2 yr old to learn and what is best to shelter him from. Yet life is life and I want him to gain some understanding at how precious it is and also to learn how important it is to trust in God and especially learn that praying is so important.
As we shared the broken hearted story with him of a family that lost a baby..due within just a few days of his coming sister...he asked a number of questions like why and where is the baby now. As he heard of their other little 2 yr old boy, Derick really seemed to take it upon himself to pray for him. After lunch prayers and so often in the middle of the meal Derick would say...I want to pray for that little boy and he would do just that. Even at night after stories and prayers we sing songs...then he would remember and tell me again that he wanted to pray for that little boy. I am so thankful for his precious and sensitive heart...being prompted and he is following the lead from above.
Derick loves to check the mail and will open anything we allow him to get his hands on. Yesterday we recieved a letter requesting donations for the Haiti relief. He asked what is said and then a ton of other questions trying to make any sense of things. He didn't know why they needed our money. He said he didn't want to give any of his money because he likes to ride the motorcycle at Wal-Mart. Trying to explain to a 3 yr old how that compares to kids who have no food/water/houses/parents can be challenging. So I picked a few pictures off the web to show him of houses crumbled and kids looking for food/water in dirty places. He softened a little then said we could send them "one big money" [aka a quarter].
Today we recieved news of yet another tragedy, yet I am opting not to share with him as I know where to draw the line and not stress him too much. An extended relative lost her life due to pregnancy complications. She was due the day after I am. Thankfully the baby is ok, but sadly she will leave behind a husband to raise four young boys.
It's often so difficult to make sense of such tragedies, yet all there is left to trust God's purposes and plans are higher than our own. Yet why do I feel selfish when I stop to count all my blessings? I am reminded to be so very thankful for every moment and everyday...even through the rough days. I know what I experience is often just a minor aggravation rather then anything substantial. I hugged both my husband and son just a little bit tighter today and can only be greatful for what I do get to experience.
Monday, January 11, 2010
3 1/2 Years
Derick had been telling me on the way home from school that 3 1/2 year olds don't cry about silly things. I agreed and re-emphasized it is ok to cry if hurt or really, really sad, but there is no need to cry over silly things like toys or not always getting our way. He was telling me how he is so much bigger now...so we thought we would celebrate it and baked a cake with sprinkles. It will be interesting to see how a cake tastes with half a bottle of sprinkles in it...but that was his favorite part of helping...and one should never estimate how quick a preschooler can shake if you turn your back for a split second! :)
He started preschool again today after having a month off for Christmas vacation. I was concerned all our sleeping in until 8am would be tough to get back on schedule, but he must have been excited because he was up at 6:20am...the earliest in a couple months! He will be going 3 days a week now...Monday, Wednesday, and Fridays. I think it will be good for both of us as we anticipate the arrival of baby sister and will be even better for after she is here!
Derick is also learning to ride his bike without training wheels. Since he has only had his bike (with training wheels) for about 5 months...I was thinking it was a little soon. What prompted it cracks me up. On the rare occasion we find ourselves at Walmart, Derick would plead to ride this motorcycle video game...one where you sit on and use the gas/break and looks like a crotchrocket. After coming in 2nd or 3rd place on this game...he started saying he wanted to ask Santa for one of these next year. Ricky insisted that he must learn to ride his bike without training wheels before they could think about getting a real motorcycle. Within the next couple days the training wheels on his bike came off and they have been practicing several times a week. As the mom I am going to have to think about how this is all going to work...as I didn't want my baby on a motorcycle bike (especially not this early!)
He started preschool again today after having a month off for Christmas vacation. I was concerned all our sleeping in until 8am would be tough to get back on schedule, but he must have been excited because he was up at 6:20am...the earliest in a couple months! He will be going 3 days a week now...Monday, Wednesday, and Fridays. I think it will be good for both of us as we anticipate the arrival of baby sister and will be even better for after she is here!
Derick is also learning to ride his bike without training wheels. Since he has only had his bike (with training wheels) for about 5 months...I was thinking it was a little soon. What prompted it cracks me up. On the rare occasion we find ourselves at Walmart, Derick would plead to ride this motorcycle video game...one where you sit on and use the gas/break and looks like a crotchrocket. After coming in 2nd or 3rd place on this game...he started saying he wanted to ask Santa for one of these next year. Ricky insisted that he must learn to ride his bike without training wheels before they could think about getting a real motorcycle. Within the next couple days the training wheels on his bike came off and they have been practicing several times a week. As the mom I am going to have to think about how this is all going to work...as I didn't want my baby on a motorcycle bike (especially not this early!)
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