First Haircut

Ben got his first haircut this morning at the Magic Kingdom. We thought that if it has to be done, let’s do it with flair!

The Main Street Barber Shop is close to the entrance to the park, has three chairs, and specializes in first haircuts! They used Mickey Mouse stickers, light-up, whirly toys, and glitter to distract the kids.

The woman who cut Ben’s hair was very patient and very good at distraction. He didn’t cry at all but told me he was all done and wanted to get down about a dozen times. B and I took it harder than he did! Both of us are missing the giant mess of fluffy baby hair that sticks straight up in the morning.

In exchange for the soft, baby curls, we got a special set of Mickey Ears that say “first haircut” on the back, a certificate of bravery, a little fabric bag with a few of his curls for us to keep, and loads and loads of pictures!




Ben LOVES stickers




They’ll do whatever it takes to keep the kid happy. Ben loves to help comb his hair so the hairdresser gave him a few to keep his hands busy




Bragging About B

Folks, I don’t say enough how amazing B is. He is a wonderful, involved, loving, patient father, a caring and attentive husband, an extremely hard worker with vision for miles, AND an incredible photographer.

B graduated with a photo degree and then set off to build websites (the man is also really good at that!). We get a work out taking photos at a handful of weddings every year but his talents aren’t exercised to their full potential. Check out these lovely shots he took just today!




9 weeks

Greetings from the most Magical Place on Earth! We arrived last night before dinner and have never been so happy to have a drive be over. Road tripping with a 17 month old is less than ideal. Thankfully, the iPad and Baby Einstein came through for us. We are excited to spend the next few days playing as a family and NOT watching a luck of tv!

Baby 3 is the size of a cherry and all his/her basic parts are formed. There are tiny eyes, a nose, a mouth, a four chambered heart, limbs, even itty bitty teeth! Baby is still making me sick but if I watch what I eat (no highly seasoned foods) and how much I eat (tiny portions), I do ok.

I’m still worried that something could go wrong and I wouldn’t notice since this is when Baby 2’s heart stopped beating. I’m trying to have hope that my next OB appointment will be routine and boring, complete with heartbeat tones on the Doppler.


17 Months

I can’t believe we’re only a month from one and a half years! Didn’t he just turn 1? Actually, wasn’t he just born?!

Ben is fun and frustrating all at once. He is a great mix of baby snuggles and toddler independence and tantrums. He loves to “play” video games with B (he gets his own controller to carry around), snuggle and read books, play with his talking cars and trucks, put things inside other things, explore the house, help vacuum and sweep, and give kisses to the kitties (yuck). He wants things immediately when he asks for them, wants whatever you’re eating, to never have a diaper change, to go outside the house, to play with the breakable floor lamp, to pester daddy in his office, and to please hold the tv remote and our phones.

The snow, freezing temperatures, and my constant morning sickness have taken their toll on our boy. He loves to run errands but mama hasn’t felt up to it lately. He’s started bringing us his coat or boots as if to tell us that he is ready to go whenever we can pull ourselves together. He thinks shoes and snow boots are for wearing all the time so he usually requests to put them on over his footy pjs. He figured out how to climb so our ottoman is his stage. It’s just low enough for him to climb up and high enough for him to feel like a giant when he stands up like a daredevil. It’s a soft, padded ottoman over very soft carpet so we let him climb and fall occasionally so he understands what can happen if he is not careful. He usually is very cautious about staying away from the edge and sliding off on his tummy instead of walking off into thin air.

His vocabulary had exploded in the last month. He mimics everything we say, all the words and animal names in his Baby Einstein videos, and the words we read in his books. He makes sound effects for cars, poking our noses, air planes, and many other things. We haven’t taught him too many new signs because he is much more likely to use the word than the sign at this point. We don’t always understand him and this is frustrating to both him and us when he’s most desperate for that certain thing he can’t reach, his milk cup during lunch, more food on his tray, or a million other things he considers the most important thing ever.

Ben eats and eats and eats! He is almost always hungry! Almost every day he surprises me with how much of a variety of food he is willing to try. In the last few weeks alone, he has eaten pizza, chicken of all sorts, beans of all sorts, fresh fruit, dried fruit, bread or toast, scrambled eggs with cheese, quesadillas, goldfish crackers, tomato soup, broccoli cheese soup, Alfredo pasta skillet, fancy cheese (dubliner) that B refuses to try, sloppy joes and many more things. Feeding a toddler is loads of fun at this point because there is little he won’t eat.

The only thing he is no longer eating is breast milk. I promised myself that if my ultrasound appointment went well last week that I would wean him. Nursing has been more a part of my bedtime routine than his since the fall because he only nursed after he was asleep. It was a bittersweet moment for me. He isn’t my little baby anymore and is more than capable at eating nutritious food on his own and Baby 3 needs the nutrients from me more than Ben does. I miss the cuddles though. Sometimes, if I’m not too sick or tired when I go to bed, B will bring Ben into our bed for some family snuggle time just like before.

We’re encouraging gentle play with his baby doll so he has an idea of how we will treat baby brother or sister when he/she arrives in the fall. He doesn’t understand why mommy is sick and we won’t tell him more about it until this summer when there is a lot more physical evidence of a baby living in mommy’s tummy and when we can take out newborn clothes and gear for him to see. He isn’t always gentle and tends to drag baby around by its feet but hopefully will learn through our example that babies should be snuggled and kissed nicely. This afternoon we spent almost half an hour wrapping baby in a blanket and sharing toys. Every part of me (except the sick part), was smiling.

He is in all 18 month clothes except for his jeans and a few t-shirts at this point. It’s difficult to build a little boy’s wardrobe without an excess of cartoon characters, trucks, or sports references, even at this young age. I’m always on the look out for shirts that are clever (like the amazing alphabet graphic tee from the consignment store) or classic (button downs, polo shirts, khakis, and jeans).

Ben is a great play buddy and brings us loads of joy!


We have gotten a lot of use out of this box!


Signing “apple” with an apple in hand


I love watching him sleep! It’s the only time he is still!


One day, Ben and I were cleaning up his toys before nap time. He loves to play with the anti-skid mat I keep with my cutting boards. Without me asking, he rolled up the mat in the living room, walked into the kitchen, opened the cupboard, and shoved in the mat. It was one of the cutest things I had seen in a long time!


Ben LOVES to take pictures on my iPad and phone!


My boys playing games together


Look at me, sitting on top of the ottoman!


8 weeks

At 8 weeks, Baby 3 is about the size of a grape. Hooray for Baby Grape! He/she is also working on eyelids, fingers and toes, breathing tubes, and getting rid of his/her tail. Baby Grape is also very good at making mom sick.

I’m in the first trimester holding pattern right now. Every day I’m sick as soon as my meds wear off but I figured out Saturday that part of the problem is excessive bloating so if I take a couple of gas-x tablets, I feel much better. My body is getting used to the constant exhaustion so getting up in the morning isn’t as hard. Ben still tires me out so I drop like a rock as soon as he goes down for a nap after lunch.

This week we’re dealing with too much snow and ice build up on our roof. Like much of the US, we’ve been bombarded with snowstorm after snowstorm this winter and it’s been too cold for the roof snow to melt off between them. We have several inches of ice that’s forcing water under shingles on the west side of the house. It isn’t leaking into the house yet, thankfully, so we’re (B) are trying to break up the ice as quickly as we can so it doesn’t get worse.


It’s Good!

I had the ultrasound appointment this morning and was out of my mind with worry by the time the doctor came in but oh-so-thankful we worked it out that B could come too. I had only seen this particular OB once (my office has 5 physicians who rotate throughout a pregnancy) way back in the middle of my pregnancy with Ben. Surprisingly, he remembered me and my distinctive red hair. He asked for the background story so I was able to tell an abridged version of my journey with infertility and loss (requiring Provera and Clomid, loss pre-Ben, loss & D&C in November, taking progesterone, last cycle dates, my struggles so far this trimester, etc).

He checked the location and tilt of my uterus (ouch! but good position and not tilted at all), the overall look of my cervix (ouch! but closed with no sign of bleeding), and performed the very much desired tv ultrasound. Guys, it is not at all surprising to say I cried when that little blueberry-sized baby popped up on the screen, complete with tiny flickering heartbeat!

There wasn’t any lingering sign or cause of bleeding so we’re blaming the random spotting on the Prometrium (progesterone) pills. It is a pretty common side effect and since the bleeding starts and stops only a few hours after I have taken the pill at night, it is very likely thats the cause. I’m scheduled to visit the OB again at 11 weeks, right after we come back from our family vacation/college student Spring Break missions trip. At that point, I’ll only be a week or two away from being able to stop taking progesterone!

Baby 3 measured 7 weeks 2 days instead of 7+3 like I know him/her to be but the OB agreed that, of all his patients, those who have taken Clomid or other fertility drugs have a better grasp of their cycle dates than a computer, so the official due date is based on my calculations of my last cycle in December. It’s officially September 29, 2014. My mom laughed when I told her since my younger brother’s due date was on my birthday for the majority of her pregnancy. He ended up arriving 3 days after my birthday so I have much experience with siblings who have close birthday celebrations.

We’re hoping to craft a fun announcement photo when we are at Disney World in a few weeks! We probably won’t share it on Facebook but instead email it directly to our extended family members (or allow our mothers to share the news that they are bursting over).

All I can say at this point is Praise God!