10.29.2007
More From SunBanks - August 2007
10.23.2007
Random Pics
The boys and I enjoyed a full day at the Northwest Washington Fair in Lynden August 16. Highlights of the boys activities include: (1) climbing atop the many tractors and "plowing" the fields, (2) digging for potatoes in the sandboxes, (3) throwing bean bags and "catching fish" in the toddler game area (Free!), (4) milking the pretend cows, (5) jumping in the blow-up trampoline-style huts, (6) tackling the tasks in the preschool science exhibit (while Owen slept), and (7) giving 110% audience participation at the Wild West show!
Saturday mornings in Bellingham, downtown comes alive at the Farmer's Market, and we loved to go every Saturday that we could. We sampled the farm fresh produce, the fresh baked breads and local cheeses, and enjoyed the local musicians and entertainers. One Saturday morning the boys and I met Lisa and her girls, Rikki (4 yrs 10/31) and Lily (born 5 weeks after Owen) for blueberry pancakes, animal balloons, and face painting. And, as always, just before we loaded up for naptime, the boys helped me pick out the week's bouquet of fresh flowers. Ah, I miss the summer bouquets!As he's grown this past few months, Owen's dare-devil nature has matured as well. A few months ago, balancing on the bouncing zebra was a major feat. Now he's mastered jumping from the top of the slide or from the playroom couch to the floor and landing on his feet!
After our week at Sunbanks, Collin and Owen couldn't wait to see Natalie, and we scheduled a playdate Saturday afternoon. They played quite happily all day, right up until bedtime. Just as Collin had, Owen calls her NaNa (of course, he also calls bananas "nana"s ). Collin remarked: "I missed Natalie. She's my best friend!" 9.1.07
Ah, the weekend that spurred my mom and Kevin into purchasing a vacation lot! We took the ferry over to Shaw Island for a day trip Sunday of Labor Day Weekend. Owen loved watching the birds from the bow of the "big boat!" "Boat" became (and is still) one of his favorite words after a week of watching the ski boats pass our site on the waters of Banks Lake, and he was thrilled to embark the ferry Sunday! 9.2.07
10.22.2007
Announcement!
We went in for our second appointment with Dr. Tu on the 12th - at 13 and a half weeks - and after a routine check-up, she said, "So do you want to listen to the heartbeat or shall I do a quick ultrasound since you're in the room with the ultrasound machine?"
Of course we wanted to see our babe growing, so we were eager for the ultrasound. The baby looked fantastic - long legs, straight spine, hands up near the little face, heart pumping beautifully. And then, almost as an afterthought, Dr. Tu said, "Hey - did you want to know your baby's sex?" At 13 weeks! You can already tell!! Yes, Yes! We want to know!
We are proud to announce that our third little BOY will be joining us in approximately 176 days!!
We are so thrilled! A houseful of boys thus far ... I am so enthused to see how the dynamic plays out for our family! And oh the adventures we will have!!
So, now at 15 weeks, our little boy is around 4 inches long, crown to rump, and weighs about 2 1/2 ounces (about the size of a large lemon). He's busy inhaling and exhaling amniotic fluid, which will help develop the air sacs in his lungs. His legs are growing longer than his arms now (which we saw in the ultrasound), and he can move all his joints and limbs. His little hands are becoming functional - grasping and searching, and sweat glands are appearing. Although his eyelids are fused shut, he can sense light, and his taste buds are beginning to form.
*We're welcoming suggestions for a baby name that fits with Collin and Owen (doesn't need to rhyme, but needs to "belong"). We've discussed several so far, but none are striking us both. And we must both agree or it's off the list. Such a tough decision.
And I have so many rules:
1. Can't be mistaken for a girl's name.
2. Can't easily become a girl's name.
3. Can't end in "-er" (because of Tepk"er").
4. Can't be in the Top 10.
5. Shouldn't be in the Top 25.
6. Must be recognizable and somewhat traditional.
7. Prefer Irish origin (in keeping with Collin and Owen, although we spelled Collin - with 2 Ls - in the English manner).
8. Can't be readily broken down into a nickname (i.e. "Matt" for Matthew, "Andy" for Andrew, etc.)
Of course we wanted to see our babe growing, so we were eager for the ultrasound. The baby looked fantastic - long legs, straight spine, hands up near the little face, heart pumping beautifully. And then, almost as an afterthought, Dr. Tu said, "Hey - did you want to know your baby's sex?" At 13 weeks! You can already tell!! Yes, Yes! We want to know!
We are proud to announce that our third little BOY will be joining us in approximately 176 days!!
We are so thrilled! A houseful of boys thus far ... I am so enthused to see how the dynamic plays out for our family! And oh the adventures we will have!!
So, now at 15 weeks, our little boy is around 4 inches long, crown to rump, and weighs about 2 1/2 ounces (about the size of a large lemon). He's busy inhaling and exhaling amniotic fluid, which will help develop the air sacs in his lungs. His legs are growing longer than his arms now (which we saw in the ultrasound), and he can move all his joints and limbs. His little hands are becoming functional - grasping and searching, and sweat glands are appearing. Although his eyelids are fused shut, he can sense light, and his taste buds are beginning to form.
*We're welcoming suggestions for a baby name that fits with Collin and Owen (doesn't need to rhyme, but needs to "belong"). We've discussed several so far, but none are striking us both. And we must both agree or it's off the list. Such a tough decision.
And I have so many rules:
1. Can't be mistaken for a girl's name.
2. Can't easily become a girl's name.
3. Can't end in "-er" (because of Tepk"er").
4. Can't be in the Top 10.
5. Shouldn't be in the Top 25.
6. Must be recognizable and somewhat traditional.
7. Prefer Irish origin (in keeping with Collin and Owen, although we spelled Collin - with 2 Ls - in the English manner).
8. Can't be readily broken down into a nickname (i.e. "Matt" for Matthew, "Andy" for Andrew, etc.)
10.12.2007
Our First Organized Sport - Indoor Soccer
Tomorrow is Collin's first game! Go Tigers!!!
10.08.2007
Rough and Tumble
Boys romp nonstop. And the romping (and potential for danger) increases exponentially the more boys are added to the equation. It's true. Those of you with girls will never understand. I know. Because I didn't believe it myself until I started living it.
Despite the difference in their ages - one is 38 months and the other 21 months - my boys can usually hold their own against each other during their romps. Granted, on the wrestling mat, Owen weighs only 4.5 lbs less but has his tackling techniques perfected (often choosing to sit on your head). And on an obstacle course, Collin can still outrun, outclimb, and outmaneuver his jack-rabbit brother. But, like I said, against each other, they can usually hold their own, and no harm is done.
I wouldn't place bets on the boys against inanimate objects, however. What inevitably (momentarily) halts a romp session are bruises, black eyes, bumps, and tears. And a great deal of mommy-guilt and dread.
Where should I draw the line between buckling them into a low chair with helmets on in a padded room and letting "boys be boys"?
Case in point, Collin jumps off everything: from his toy box to the floor, off the last three steps of the stairs, over lines in the sidewalk, etc. Naturally, one might assume jumping off the couch in the playroom would be slightly safer, considering the couch is cushioned, than jumping off the wooden toybox. Right? So far, toybox bruises: zero. Couch bruises: multiple. How can that be?
So, we make a rule: no more jumping off the play-couch. Clever Collin decides to remove all the cushions and line them on the floor, creating a bootcamp-style obstacle course. The course is made of cushions! How bad can it be? Until Owen goes tearing over the course, trips, and launches nose-bridge first into the couch frame. Couch black eyes: Make that two.
But it's not just that. They can be playing with blow-up soft beach balls and suddenly "roll" into the wall or a piece of furniture and end up with a big goose-egg bruise on their forehead (Owen). Or run from one room to another - nothing in their way - and come crying with a stubbed toe because that darned little rocking chair jumped out in front of them (Collin).
The moral of our story seems to be this: No matter how I try to limit the dangers, my boys will find them or create their own. My mommy-guilt will prevail, tears will fall, and in the end, I'll hopefully be left with tough little monkeys and lots of hug-time.
Despite the difference in their ages - one is 38 months and the other 21 months - my boys can usually hold their own against each other during their romps. Granted, on the wrestling mat, Owen weighs only 4.5 lbs less but has his tackling techniques perfected (often choosing to sit on your head). And on an obstacle course, Collin can still outrun, outclimb, and outmaneuver his jack-rabbit brother. But, like I said, against each other, they can usually hold their own, and no harm is done.
I wouldn't place bets on the boys against inanimate objects, however. What inevitably (momentarily) halts a romp session are bruises, black eyes, bumps, and tears. And a great deal of mommy-guilt and dread.
Where should I draw the line between buckling them into a low chair with helmets on in a padded room and letting "boys be boys"?
Case in point, Collin jumps off everything: from his toy box to the floor, off the last three steps of the stairs, over lines in the sidewalk, etc. Naturally, one might assume jumping off the couch in the playroom would be slightly safer, considering the couch is cushioned, than jumping off the wooden toybox. Right? So far, toybox bruises: zero. Couch bruises: multiple. How can that be?
So, we make a rule: no more jumping off the play-couch. Clever Collin decides to remove all the cushions and line them on the floor, creating a bootcamp-style obstacle course. The course is made of cushions! How bad can it be? Until Owen goes tearing over the course, trips, and launches nose-bridge first into the couch frame. Couch black eyes: Make that two.
But it's not just that. They can be playing with blow-up soft beach balls and suddenly "roll" into the wall or a piece of furniture and end up with a big goose-egg bruise on their forehead (Owen). Or run from one room to another - nothing in their way - and come crying with a stubbed toe because that darned little rocking chair jumped out in front of them (Collin).
The moral of our story seems to be this: No matter how I try to limit the dangers, my boys will find them or create their own. My mommy-guilt will prevail, tears will fall, and in the end, I'll hopefully be left with tough little monkeys and lots of hug-time.
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