Different Definitions of “Clean”

This is a conversation I had with the boys at dinner yesterday that basically sums up the differences in their personalities perfectly…

I told the boys that if they ate their dinner they could have some dessert.  Ty finished his dinner and asked for some cake.  I said yes.  He handed me his dinner plate and said, “But I need a new plate, because this one is all dirty.”

Easton then pipes in and says, “Ty, you don’t need a new plate, just lick your plate like this (he begins licking his plate), and then it is all clean again.”

Ty said, “No, Eastie.  That’s gross.”

Let me just point out that my 3 year old is teaching my 6 year old about cleanliness and manners…pretty sure that should be flipped around.

Happy Valentine’s Day

Easton is 6!

I have a six year old.  I feel like I just keep getting more and more shocked every year, and time just keeps going faster and faster. 

Easton, on the other hand, is thrilled to be six.  Since we knew Ellie was going to be born so close to both the boys birthdays, we opted against any big parties.  Right before Ellie was born, we let Easton and Ty decide what they wanted to do to celebrate…they ultimately decided on a trip to the dinosaur museum.  We went on a weeknight, and we were literally the only people there.  So great.

Then on Easton’s actual birthday, we had a little family gathering with presents and cake.   This year Easton asked for a spider-man cake.  Again, I had plans to make an awesome spider-man cake, but again my laziness got the better of me so I resorted to spider-web cupcakes.  Easton is pretty much a spider-web drawing pro, so he was happy to help me out.He is so proud.Ty had to help out too.Our final product.

We had some trick candles that turned out to be not so tricky.Opened presentsTy was real interested in all the opening of presents, and somehow managed to get his cute large head in most of the pictures

Easton raked it in with all his gifts and had an overall great day! Happy Birthday Eastie Beastie!

Pink

Suddenly there is a whole lot of pink in our house.  So much so, that Ty is convinced that Ellie’s name is not Ellie…it’s Pink.  He refuses to call her anything else.  So, Ty has officially given Ellie her first nickname—Pink.

Easton can’t seem to refrain from calling her “it”.  Every time he sees her he says, “It’s so cute.  Let’s keep it!” 

Here’s just an overload of pictures from the last week…Jesse and Lauren were real concerned about their germs.

She looks a lot like her brothers, but she surprised us with her dark brown hair.  She is sleeping really good.  She eats good, as long as it’s from a bottle…for some reason since day one, she has refused to nurse…it’s the only thing that makes her mad.  We are working on that…  When she is mad, the sure fire way to calm her down is lifting her in the air up and down…it works every time.  My official due date isn’t until Feb 6th, and I am so glad to not still be pregnant.  She is so sweet, and we just can’t get enough of her!

Ba-da Da-da Daaaa! (that’s a drumroll)

Introducing….Ellie Jayne Casper

Born January 24, 2012 at 2:59am

7lbs. 13oz. and 20 inches long

 

Ellie Jayne’s Birth Story

Monday at midnight, I started having minor contractions 2-3 minutes apart.  We headed to the hospital.  I was only dilated to a 2 & 75% effaced, so we walked around a bit and changed to a 3, but my contractions slowed after that so the nurses sent me home, but was confident that I would be back later that day. 

3:30pm on Monday, I had a regular checkup with my dr. I was now a 4 and she said if I could get some good contractions going to go to the hospital and she would break my water.  Awesome.

Ace and I went over to a Wal-Mart close by and did some laps hoping to jump start some contractions.  No Luck.  We headed home, and I took a nap.  Around 8:30pm my contractions were back and we were on our way back to the hospital.  As luck would have it, I got a nurse who was just a real beast.  She told me I was still dilated to a 4 and that my cervix was way too high, and I wasn’t in labor.  (I tried to explain that I have been told this on both my other pregnancies and my cervix moves down fast, and my labors are fast after that…she didn’t listen) Even though my contractions were hurting and were 2-3 minutes apart.  She said I wasn’t having this baby for another week.  I found out later that she lied to my dr. and told her my contractions were irregular and 10-12 minutes apart.

She wanted to give me a shot of morphine and send me home.  I thought getting a shot of morphine seemed ridiculous, so I said no to the morphine, but since she told me I wasn’t in active labor, we headed home (again). The drive from the hospital to home is a good 30 min drive.  On the drive home, the contractions started to really hurt.  I convinced myself that I just needed to go to bed and relax.

I tried to sleep, but the contractions almost instantly became unbearable.  Ace said we are going back right now.  I hated the idea of getting sent home again (I mean, really, it’s my third kid…I should know when I am in labor right?), but at this point I knew the feeling of the contractions I was having…it was the kind where, during my other deliveries, I am requesting the epidural.

I couldn’t get up off of my hands and knees.  Ace and my mom got me into the car, and we were off to the hospital…again.  But this time, I thought it was very likely she was going to be born in the car.  It was snowing, the roads were wet, and Ace was going as fast as he could, going straight through red lights and everything. 

We got to the hospital in record time.  The dumb nurse was there, and as I am hanging on Ace barely able to stand, she had the nerve to say, “Well, let’s see if it’s the real thing this time.”  I wanted to slug her, but then my water broke (or more like exploded) all over her floor and I was satisfied with the fact that she would have to clean it up.  She checked me, and I was dilated to an 8 and completely effaced.  And guess what…the cervix was low and the head was right there…weird. 

My favorite person came in, the anesthesiologist.  He said I was going to deliver before an epidural would take affect so he gave me a partial spinal tap or something (I didn’t really care at this point) and it worked almost immediately. Yay.  My Dr. came in, apologized for the idiot nurse, and then I pushed a couple times and out she came.  So, we arrived at the hospital at 2:20am and Ellie was born at 2:59am.

I am happy we made it, and that I got an epidural.  She is perfect, and healthy, and we love her tons!