I have come to terms with the fact that, I like Lady GaGa’s music. It’s a sad realization, but none-the-less, true. Here’s a funny parody of the song “Telephone” by above mentioned artist. I hope that you laugh as hard as I did. God Bless our troops, who do so much for us with such little appreciation. Try to have a great time guys, I know that it’s difficult in the middle of a war in a desert. Leave a comment and let me know what you think!
Tonight, a good friend posted something on her blog about love, and not just love, but true love. It got me thinking about al the times that Emilie and I would sit out in the car along the curb in front of either her or my house, and would talk for hours and hours. We would talk about everything and anything, and we never ran out of things to talk about. I’ve noticed that since the addition of Nicholas to our little family, and now with little Caleb, that we don’t have time, or make time, for such great talks. Our first kiss was on one-such-a-night. How well we got to know each other during those talks.
Love is so amazing. Not the love that you see in the movies that is motivated by sex and lust, but TRUE love. The kind of love that inspires you to go outside and dance in the rain, or pull your love into your arms while wrapped in a blanket watching the soft falling snow and the peaceful sound that accompanies it while sipping from a warm mug of hot chocolate. The kind of love that makes you so excited to go home and just get a smile as you walk in the door. I am happy to say, that I am blessed with just such a love. God knew what he was doing when he made true love.
To Emilie, I love you!
This week has been a week fraught with frustration, joy, tears, laughter, fear, and most importantly, lots of love.
Sunday morning dawned bright and clear as Emilie and I made our way up the University Hospital. Due to some concern with PIH (Pregnancy Induced Hypertension) and Pre-Eclampsia, Em’s OB decided to induce her at week 37 which was officially on Sunday. Upon examination, Emilie was dilated to a 2 and was 70% effaced. The Pit was started at about 9:15, and the adventure began.
Every 2 hours, an exam would come and nothing would happen. She remained a 2 and 70% until about 1PM when she was told she was a 4 and 80%. At 3PM, she was a 5+, and that is where she stayed. At about 7:45PM, one of the residents came in to do an exam and said that she was still at a 5 and that the baby was facing one of her hips. They predicted it would take HOURS before he was able to turn so that he was facing downwards. Around 8:10PM, Emilie’s dad and I gave her a blessing and at 8:20PM, Emilie felt the worst contraction yet (this says a lot seeing how she had an epidural). The doctor came in and said that he needed to check her again because her contractions were hard and the baby’s heart rate kept dropping. He checked and yelled, “She’s complete! Let’s have a baby.”
She was told to start pushing at 8:26PM, and at 8:30PM (4 pushes later), Caleb Zachary Jones was born!
Here are some albums of Caleb’s stay in the hospital.
I just wanted to let everybody know that we have a new addition to our family. Little Caleb Zachary was born at 8:30 PM on October 3, 2010. He was 20.5 inches long and was 5 lbs 13 oz. Pictures to follow.
Nick and his cousins (minus Kaden, since he had school to attend to) went to the petting zoo at Gardner village on Thursday the 17th. In some of the pictures, you’ll notice how Nick is bending over to “look” at the animals. Well, he wasn’t so much “looking” at the animals, as he was talking to the animals.
He loved riding the pony and wanted to go a second time. I think that in addition to our own little Dr. Doolittle, we may have a little cowboy as well. We’ll have a cowboy doctor in the family. The possibilities are endless….
Thursday, we decided that since Brielle has never been to a zoo, save it be a petting zoo, that we would take a little excursion to Hogle Zoo to see the animals.
These kids are so funny and have such a good time together. Brielle leaves this week to go back home to California and I know that Nick will miss her.
It’s amazing to me the amount of dirt that a 2 year old can get on himself while camping. He kinda looks like a little raccoon or panda bear. I can’t be sure which. He sure had a good time though.
It’s funny to watch a 2 year-old’s personality immerge as they grow. Today, I was in the kitchen getting breakfast ready and Nick was watching Caillou (pronounced Ky-you, for all of you that don’t know) in the living room. I had the water running, and the next thing I knew, I heard Nick yell, “Daddy! Turn off the water! I can’t hear Caillou.” So, I walked in the living room to turn up the TV a little and he said, “You’re being noisy.” I apologized and then started laughing when I got to the kitchen. Where do they pick this stuff up. I’m pretty sure that I’ve never said that to Emilie and she’s never said it to me. Ah, the joys of parenthood. The things kids say.
At 11 inches (the length of a spaghetti squash) and almost 1 pound, our baby is starting to look like a miniature newborn. His lips, eyelids, and eyebrows are becoming more distinct, and he's even developing tiny tooth buds beneath his gums. His eyes have formed, but his irises (the colored part of the eye) still lack pigment. If you could see inside the womb, you'd be able to spot the fine hair (lanugo) that covers his body and the deep wrinkles on his skin, which he'll sport until he adds a padding of fat to fill them in. Inside his belly, his pancreas — essential for the production of some important hormones — is developing steadily.
Again, this is NOT a picture of our baby, but a picture of a baby at the same stage of development as our little guy!
It’s always funny when you hear your two-year old scolding his toys. Last week, Emilie was sitting in bed reading her book, waiting for Nick to fall asleep. It became apparent after an hour and a half that he wasn’t going to fall asleep, so Em started listening to what he was saying. Here’s how it started:
“Don’t Do that! I’m so mad at you! ELMO……1……2……3……Go to time out.”
Em started laughing and decided to go see what the commotion was about and found out that Nick was upset that his stuffed Elmo was getting out of bed and made a mess with his books during naptime. Apparently, Elmo also pulled the comforter off the bed as well as pulled the “safety pillows” out from under the bed. I guess it didn’t occur to him, that he too, was out of bed during naptime.
Our baby now weighs about three-quarters of a pound and is approximately 10 1/2 inches long — the length of a carrot. Em may soon feel like the baby’s practicing martial arts as his initial fluttering movements turn into full-fledged kicks and nudges. In other developments, our baby's eyebrows and lids are present now.
(This is not an ultrasound of our baby, but an ultrasound of what a baby at the same stage of development looks like)
Sunday, Nick decided that it was time that he started placing his mark. He was upstairs playing in his toy room and was somehow able to get into the locked “temporary” storage room. Here’s what he accomplished in just a couple of minutes.
He yelled down the stairs, “Daddy! I’m all dirty.” When he came down the stairs this is what I saw. I quickly took him up to the bathroom and scrubbed him with a washcloth and water. I’m telling ya, baby skin is the best. Green Sharpie came off in seconds. Now, I just need to figure out how he got into the locked storage room….
