Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Just cause I'm bored.

Ethan has ALWAYS had the temper tantrum down pat. He hates being the center of attention...UNLESS he's mad.

The beginning of the longest plane ride of my entire life. Not only are you not supposed to have your tray table down during take-off, but you CERTAINLY aren't supposed to be standing on them.

Ugh! This little face is the reason I dread him starting Kindergarten. He's my baby! I'm not ready for this at all.

There is no denying he's my son, is there? :)

Sunday, July 19, 2009

... on July 20, 2004 at 10:44 AM, a beautiful 5 pound 12 ounce baby boy entered our lives. He came out absolutely perfect. My first words were "he's so tiny!" followed by "look at all his hair!" Jay had tears in his eyes and our excitement was overwhelming. Despite being early, he was perfectly fine. The doctors took some extra precautions with him, which meant he spent all of his hospital time in the special care nursery, he had 24 hours worth of oxygen and IV antibiotics, but overall he was perfect.

Today we celebrated his birthday the entire day. He said it was the best birthday ever, which is what we intended for it it to be. On the way home from his birthday dinner, he was on the phone with his cousin when he said "I'm five today!" At the same time, Jay and I both commented on how weird it was to hear him say that. For me, just the fact that he is already 5 just boggles my mind. For Jay, it was odd to hear him say "I'm five" when it seems like just yesterday we were taking his fingers, holding up two of them, and saying "you are THIS many today!" and hoping that when someone would ask him how old he was, he'd hold up the two fingers on his own.

He has grown so much and every second spent with him is such a blessing. The good and the bad, he has given us so many amazing memories, I can't imagine not having him in my life. I absolutely adore that child. Everything I do, I do for him, and I hope he always knows that.

I love you, Ethan! And yes, even when you are 200 years old and bigger than me, you will STILL be my baby.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Five years ago today, Jay was giving me a kiss good-bye on my very teary cheek. He was getting ready to go to Las Vegas for a long weekend and I was home, quite pregnant, with our first baby. We had long discussions about the trip, and in the end, I urged him to go, but to just be available. Right before he left, I had this overwhelming feeling that he just shouldn't go. I needed him home. I knew I was being silly, because afterall, I was a first time, young mother, and they NEVER go early...

My mom stayed the night with me that night. That morning we met up together at the Wyandotte street fair. We stopped to talk to a family friend... and it happened. My water broke. By late afternoon, I was admitted to the hospital, Jay was frantically trying to get a flight home, and everything was so surreal, exciting, and scary.

....to be continued. :)

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

32 weeks and still kickin'! And huge. Did I mention that part?

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Kind of a cool little fact we found out today.

Our boy name is Evan Jack. Jack is after Jay's Grandpa who passed away. Jay was VERY close with him. His real name was John, but everyone called him Jack.

Anyhow, I wanted to use the name Jack as the first name, but Jay nixed that idea. We tossed around SO many boy names and couldn't settle on any of them. We finally came up with Evan and we both liked it so it stuck.

Today I was looking in one of our baby name books and looked up the name Evan and found out that it is the Welsh form of John. Kinda weird! After finding that out, I think Evan will always be our boy name, even if this baby is a girl. We hope to have one more baby after this one is born.

I promise a "real" post soon. I want to take an updated belly shot, but I look so terrible lately, I just haven't gotten around to it.

Ethan loves my growing belly. He always wants to touch it and look at it. He thinks it's really cool. He frequently will say in a loving voice "Wow, Momma! Your belly is getting so big!" I find it sweet that he even notices.

Well today he came up to me and in the same loving tone says "Wow, Momma! Your butt is getting really big!" He wasn't trying to be silly or mean. So of course, I had to say "I know, baby!" Oh how I love that boy. And his observations.

Right now he is a sick little boy. He woke up fine. He had a GREAT day with me, and then right around 5 o'clock, he got this weird look on his face and looked so worn out. The best way Jay and I can describe it is he looked totally drugged up. We assumed he was just tired. Later we noticed his entire body was very hot. He was acting fine, just sleepy. I tried taking his temperature and it got up to 102 before he wanted me to take it out of his mouth. He got some Motrin and he put himself straight to bed. It's really pitiful and my heart just aches for him because he never ever gets sick.

Tonight Jay volunteered to sleep on the couch so Ethan and I can sleep together and I can keep an eye on him. I am praying the Motrin takes care of it. I hate seeing him like that!