12/8/12

  Owen is 2 months. He's a whopping 14.5 pounds of super cuteness!

At two months we are now getting a hair more sleep at night which is doing us both a world of good. 

He has made two best friends--the ceiling fan above our bed and the fishy hanging from his swing. They get some of his best smiles.

He has two great friends in Ethan and Addie too. They'll do anything for him. The only thing Owen has to do in return is occasionally tolerate being used like a machine gun by big brother. Small price to pay for two devotees, right?

We're squeezing him into the remaining size 2 diapers we have on hand when he would probably be more comfortable in the threes. But I'm too cheap to let nearly a week's worth of diapers go to waste. It does mean he's probably blowing out of them a bit more often so he's not the only one being punished because I'm a tight-wad.

Speaking of blowing out. We had a major catastrophe made worse by two bumbling parents who should know better. I mean, really, this isn't Randal's and my first rodeo. We found ourselves out for the evening, 30 minutes from home, with a list of errands to run and without a diaper bag. We did manage to remember we'd forgotten it and picked up a package of diapers and wipes at one of the stores, just in case. When we stopped for a bite to eat, we discovered Owen had completely soiled himself up his entire back and all over the car seat blanket. We had nothing. No change of clothes. No changing pad. No blanket. Just a clean diaper and Randal's jacket to wrap him in. He did seem to really enjoy being naked so we even made another stop before taking him home early. We're so responsible.  

In spite of nights like that, these two months have flown by. Owen is quite a sweet baby and, clearly, very patient. We are so lucky...times TWO!

Korean Christmas

Experts say that introducing impressionable babies to Mozart and Beethoven will make them smarter. 

I wonder, then, what will K-pop do for Owen?

Because this is his favorite video:  

We use this anytime we try to buy a little more awake time as we help Owen work into a sleep schedule. Whether it is the lights or the tune we don't know, but it works like a charm. He immediately quiets and looks around for the show. (Although he could be getting a laugh from our ridiculous dancing. We're no professionals that's for sure.)

November

Another month is flying by. Sometimes I wish I could freeze time. Like this day for instance:

Owen at one month

Adelaide has been asking to learn to sew for some time now. Christmas gifts seemed a perfect time for her to begin. She wanted to sew a blanket for Owen. She didn't want any of the fabric I already have, nor did she care for any of my suggestions at the fabric store. But what she did do was walk around the fabric aisles weighing her options very carefully. She settled on an animal print. Baby animals to be exact, just like Owen, she said.

Shhh. This is a secret for Ethan. He loves dogs, so he should love this pillowcase. She did a great job and I enjoyed sewing with her. I'd like to freeze this day too.

Randal was over in Asia for half of November. Things went more smoothly than I had feared. Owen was patient. We only had one night with Ethan up vomiting. And the car waited until he got home to start acting up. Yet it was not until he actually did get home that I truly relaxed enough to take a breath. The anxiety of what might happen in a new place and with a new baby while he was gone made me more anxious than I had realized. So this moment I could re-live over an over again as well:

We spent Thanksgiving just the five of us this year. It was a very nice day/weekend. We are living in a temporary rental while we build a house. Most of our stuff is in storage, including all our Christmas decorations. Rather than disrupting the delicate balance of the storage POD we made ornaments for the tree. A different one each day of Thanksgiving weekend.   

The kids enjoyed it, especially my crafty Addie. And our little tree looks pretty cute covered with their projects. Definitely a weekend worth repeating sometime soon. 

Ethan is Owen's self-appointed caregiver. He can be very helpful at times. I hope this means the two of them will always be friends despite a 9-year age difference. In fact, when Owen is Ethan's age now Ethan will be going on a mission. A long way off, and yet I'm sure it will be here sooner than I like. 

  

If anyone could tell me how to bottle some of these days I'd love to hear it. They are growing up too fast. My sentimental heart can't take it!

Owen 10/8/12

Chronologically Halloween should be the most recent post, however this little guy was the biggest event of October and has taken center stage around here for nearly a month now. So welcome Owen Kenneth Vernol Nelson. We waited a long time for you!

Ethan was very concerned about having the opportunity to be at the hospital when the baby was born. We assured him he would be one of the first visitors. We waited until the kids were there to tell them what we named the baby. He just felt like an Owen once we saw him. And, yes, he does have two middle names after both of his grandpas. It felt right to name him after both. We just hope he won't curse us when signing legal documents in the future.

Adelaide's response when she heard Randal and I had gone to the hospital in the night was, "Finally!" I thought once he was born all her questions of where babies come from, how they grow and just how are they born would be over. But they switched to questions about just how is Owen being fed and why are there no bottles? That's when I tell her to go fetch me a diaper. 

Mom was here, which was awesome. We used half of her trip just waiting for Owen to come. I was really hoping he would come a little early, but he made sure he reached a modest 9 pounds before making his appearance even though it meant missing his grandpa's birthday by about 12 hours. (Thanks for everything, Mom! I still get really emotional thinking about the day you left. We loved having you here.)

Ethan designated himself as Owen's bather. And to date, Owen has not peed on Ethan during baths or diaper changes. Something Ethan is very proud of seeing that Randal and I have not been so lucky. 

Actually both Ethan and Addie are great helpers. They entertain Owen, fetch diapers, binkies, etc. If it is for Owen, you name it, they'll do it.

October will be a fun month to have a birthday.

Of course, we've been trying to capture this past month in pictures which is somewhat difficult. This little guy is so much more adorable in person.

I did manage to get one of his first attempts at a smile. 

Though his patience for picture taking is short. Just looking at his hands will show you what he really thinks of all the fuss. So naughty!

I have so much more, hopefully now that I got my first 6 hours of sleep in a row I will feel like I can get them posted more quickly...

Especially if someone can help me fix these blasted lines showing up when I download pictures to Blogger. Annoying.

Halloween

Owen's first Halloween was somewhat uneventful for him. He slept through most of it leaving me alone with the candy bowl after Randal and the kids left for trick or treating. I would have polished off a lot more of that candy too if it weren't for all those pesky trick-or-treaters coming to the door one after another asking for some of it.

Adelaide reprised her role as princess from two Halloweens ago. The dress is getting a bit short, but at least she was happy and I was not responsible for another costume this year. She is a darling princess!

Ethan decided to be a king's archer. More specifically an archer representing one of his favorite video game characters. Having such specific parameters to work with, this costume really taxed what little clothes sewing ability I have. The lack of sleep wasn't helping either. All in all, it turned out well and he was happy (which you cannot tell by the picture below because he wanted to give a serious pose as all archers do). Ethan and Randal made the bow and arrow out of pvc and wood dowels. It actually works really well so Ethan has been enjoying it.

We had a cold Halloween here in KY. In an effort to concentrate the trick-or-treating, Randal took the kids to a trunk-or-treat at a nearby Christian church. And boy did they hit the mother load! The kids excitedly said they filled their bags, dumped them in the car and went back for more. (Next year maybe we'll send them dressed as Mormon missionaries and see if they are nearly as successful.) I made them stick the majority of it (specifically chocolate) in the freezer so I wouldn't be tempted. So far I've stayed out.

God Be With You

(Marian Madeline, Marian, Janell Marian and Adelaide Marian (we're just missing my cute niece Abigail Marian in this picture))

My grandma, Marian Barker, passed away yesterday. Although my mind is telling me that at near 90 and having recently suffered some crippling strokes she is happy and whole and with my grandpa, my heart keeps reminding me that one of the people I love the very most is no longer on this earth. I am going to miss her terribly. I love you, Grandma.

Welcome Summer

Only a few days into the summer and we're trying to use every minute knowing that very soon we will be vagabonds. Our house is under contract, yet we haven't decided where we will be living in Kentucky. 

And I'm choosing not to worry about it. Anybody who knows me knows that is quite a feat. A bowl of ice cream made from berries picked by my two favorite kids has wiped the need for a place to call home completely from my mind.

My biggest worry should be that the kids might not live to see us homeless at the end of the summer if Randal has anything to do about it. But look at their happy faces. (Now that's what dads are for. We moms fret for their safety, taking pictures all the while.)

Wishing you all a happy, wet and safe summer with a roof over your heads. That's what we're shooting for. I'll even take 2 out of the 3!

Progeny

I'm back. Reeling at all the changes Blogger has made in my absence, however. But enough about me, let me update you a bit on those who matter most.

One

Ethan's recent school assignment was to research the life of someone famous. He chose George Washington. He worked hard on the various assignments that followed, including an oral report given in full costume.

I was in the throws of feeling so sick and had checked myself out of most of the kids' needs thanks to Randal picking up nearly everything without a single word of complaint. But when it came to a costume I could see the panic in Randal's poor, tired eyes. So I mustered. And this is what Ethan and I came up with. 

Ethan was responsible for the shoes, pants and the vision for the head of white hair. I came up with my green jacket (which he did not want to wear because it's owner is a girl), my granny compression socks (again in his estimation meant for girls (until we convinced him GW wore them)), a ruffled collar (refused on the grounds it was only for girls (until we again referred to GW's pic)), and a black ribbon for the wig (again, girly).  

All in all, it turned out pretty good. Ethan was proud of himself. And I was too as crawled back in bed to rest another month or two.

Two

Adelaide is now six. And counting down the days until she is seven.  

This kid is delightful. We love having her around. She has such a funny mind and is quite a loving, little girl. She loves to read and is such an early bird (around 5 am, we're guessing) she finds plenty of time for it. Of course, this means she becomes a little less delightful around 6 pm every evening, but we never have to fight this one to go to bed so we'll keep her!

Adelaide is finishing up a season of T-ball. Due to a mix-up with team rosters, she was last to receive her uniform for the season. The only shirt left for her team of 5 and 6-year-olds was an adult small, a size even larger than the one her brother was issued. It has been rather funny watching her run the bases with the neck hanging off her shoulder and with a generous amount of padding tucked in her pants. 

Two and a Half

At 22 weeks we now know whether it is pink or blue.

And it's blue! 

We do have some pics from his first few photo shoots, but the most recognizable one would make both you and him blush. We'll leave it that this is pretty much what he looks like.

Ethan was thrilled of course. Mainly because it has been his dream for a long time to sleep in bunk beds. He may not be so thrilled when this little guy is finally ready to share his room.

Addie is very happy too. She announced her excitement for her new baby brother in her first Sacrament meeting testimony today. She's grieving her loss on the whole bunk bed thing though.




I am now feeling much better and hope to update y'all again soon.

And I'm using "y'all" in preparation for our move to Kentucky.

Number 2

With the master bath now behind us, we turned our attention to what might, arguably, be the worst room in the house.

Now this room is even more special because we have subjected nearly every one of our visitors to it. (We really know how to roll out the welcome mat.)

Part of the counter was free-floating. ???. And in keeping with the design genius of the master bath, the drawers tucked back in the corner would bang into the giant toilet tank. (T.O.U.S. (Tank of Unusual Size)) not shown because we replaced the toilet in the interim of renovations for a slimmed down version, one that would flush properly.)

My personal favorite touch was the swag valance which just so happened to match the wallpaper perfectly. Brava!

This bathroom was gross with a capital G.

Gross tub.

No, really. Gross tub.
Gross wallpaper.

Gross floor.

Gross light switch. (And aparently sideways. Who writes this blog? That's just careless.)

Well, it is gross no more!

No more valence. No more wallpaper--anywhere in the house actually. No more bonus, hanging counter space. No more mold.

But instead, more insulation. New window. New tile. New granite. New tub.

Actually, new everything.

Plus now a bonus linen cabinet which...

clears the toilet tank by a mile.

We tiled around the tub. Randal and I are a pretty good team now when it comes to tiling. We even tiled for a date night. Sad, I know.

But happy, because it turned out like this which is better in so many ways to dinner and a movie.

This is the old tub.

Out.

In front.

Of our house.

For months now.

That's so white trash.

As I said in the previous post, we like to leave one thing unfinished in every room we do. It's like our signature. Can you see what it is?

I'll send a prize to whoever figures it out. Anyone for a tub in a million pieces?

Number 1

Some of you have asked for pictures of the renovations we've been doing. I'm happy to now oblige.

Before you scroll down keep in mind our house was built in 1970--long before palatial, grand-master suites became the norm. Given the age of the home we're lucky to get what we got.

And what we got was a 5.5' X 6.5' teenie, tiny, moldy master bath. Actually, it was more like a cave given the previous owners had painted it a very dark rust color. With one light over the vanity we could barely see ourselves in the mirror...which most mornings wasn't a bad thing.

What was the bad thing--no storage with only a nasty medicine cabinet behind the mirror.

So here it was...

Master Bath Before

Lovely, wasn't it?

Oh, it gets worse.

Take the shower for instance. Small, gross and moldy. The door didn't even open all the way before it would bang into the toilet tank. It did have good water pressure though. Like little hot needles on your back. Just the way I like it. Not Randal. He's a lightweight when it comes to showers.

Knowing we could do nothing about its size, we still planned to remodel it from tip to toe. And then I had a dream. Really. I had a dream. And in that dream I dreamt, with surprising detail, how we could eek some space for a slightly larger bathroom.

Randal says people have dreams where the mysteries of the universe are revealed, and me...I have dreams about square-footage.

So began the long process of stealing the closet space from Adelaide's room for ours, building her a new one and us two (because we're greedy), then bumping out a former small closet which shared the wall with the bathroom.

(Removing the wall and floor. The wood floor you see is in our bedroom)

And once we re-routed the plumbing...

pulled Randal's leg out of the ceiling below...

and sealed up the floor...

Wa-lah! One still 5.5' X 6.5' room...

Picture taken looking in the same direction as before. Key players have just been rearranged.

Plus...

wait for it...

wait for it...

a 42X40" shower!

(Minus a door. Because, of course, we can't have any room around here 100% complete. We wouldn't want to be responsible for completely blowing anyone's mind or anything.)

The finishes are really my favorite part.

Like the niche my dad built with some unused space above the stairwell.

And the antique bronze rather than brass hardware.

And the tile floor Randal cursed me for choosing. But I say he did an amazing job, so what does he have to complain about?

And the vinyl bird. Just for fun.

The moral of this long, messy (and far too often, stressful) journey...

Great things really do come in small packages!