Flakey Mom

5/28

"Flakey Mom", ever have one of those days? I have had a few. In a row. For instance: Ellie's class will be celebrating her July birthday tomorrow. I had asked, what type of treat she would like to take- PINKALICIOUS, mama!!

I haven't always been flakey.
See? We've made them before.
This time I wanted to make
them look something like
this:

Yum! Right??
OR
Something like this:

Adorable. Right??

BUT because grocery shopping with 3 kids
is a nightmare. And because most of
my day is filled with
this:

A crying Evie wanting to
be held or because big brother
decide to poke her either in the
face or give that swing a good...
swing......

I ended up buying these.
Still good. The class loved them.
See the little rings?
I still feel like a flake. 

A sleeping Evie.
She only lasts about 5-10 minutes
in this state.

You should see mine.

Mama got back-literally

You know, I just had a baby and that my wonderful Mamacita has been staying with us. She's been awesome, helping out around the house, cooking wonderful meals, sharing her stories from her childhood, walking down memory lane as she recounts mine. She's played with Ellie and Pooh, acting silly for their amusement- she never did that for us as kids. But I guess grandchildren are a second chance at some of life's do over(s). I love seeing her with my kids. It makes me want to beg her to stay....more like have an adult meltdown until I get my way. I've been allowed to go off and take naps thru out the day when I've looked like road kill after a night with Miss I need to be held and eat or else I shall DIE party gal Evie.

She treated Chris and I to dinner and a movie this past Friday. Free sitter with a family member who loves them as much as we do. At home, where they are safely tucked in their own beds. Free. Loved. Free. And did I mention, she sprung for our date?? Fa-reaking awesome. And I forgot to mention, earlier in the day, she watched the kids so I could sneak out and get a much needed hair cut and style. Spent the whole morning to myself. Lovely. It was.
We ended up going to Shady Sues for dinner, followed by The Hunger Games. It was great to just reconnect. Catching up on what we wish to accomplish as a couple. And of course, we talked about the kids. How Ellie is maturing into a beautiful young lady, she's five going on sixteen, what a great helper she is with her younger siblings. Pooh, how much of a little charismatic little clown he's becoming. He just wants to make you smile. And how they both love their new little sister, Evie. How big she's already become and has it already been three weeks?? And are we really discussing having a fourth? Already?? A wonderful night. Of course I know that we love each other but it was wonderful to have a confirmation, know what I mean? Hand holding, the squeezing of my knee during dinner, the "you look beautiful tonight"-which I must admit meant a lot, considering I haven't been feeling too HOT as of late. Post baby weight and all.

Which brings me to: since we will be taking my mom back to her home this coming Friday, she advised I should go out with some girlfriends Saturday night. Chris second that (did I mention I have a WONDERFUL man?). No husband. No kids. Just some much needed girl time.

As I was attempting to get ready (realizing I have a long road of workouts in my future), my three year old walks up behind me and states (rather loudly):

"YOUS GOT BOOBIES ON YOUR BACK!!"


Not. Lovely. Know what I mean. Fat back rolls. Ugh.

Oh, lil' siser

"look mama, I made Evie a tiara, a necklace
and a gown. Now she's a real princess"

Sisters. The perfect two

Big brother

giver of sloppy kisses

with the biggest heart

She can't get enough of her

"mama, we're best friends already"

Pooh, how close are you?
"jus wike dis"

We are all in love with this little angel! But I can not begin to express how much Ellie and Pooh love having a little sister. Ellie, because she's been wanting a sister since I mentioned the possibility. Pooh because that is just his nature, already taking up the role of big brother. Both are constantly kissing her, hugging her, and wanting to hold her. I hope and pray that we can be the type of family that stay close and that the kids remain the best of friends as they mature and eventually have their own families.

Father Daughter Dance

March 24th

Isn't she lovely?

Isn't she beautiful?

Thinking about the dance with daddy

This little man thought he was going too.
Ran up to his room and found a "matching yellow outfit"

Before we informed him that he would be staying home.

On their way to the ball.
Pooh, VERY upset, kept repeating
"but I a good boy, I a good boy"
Broke my heart.

Daddy with his first girl

The night is coming to an end, Cinderella

Little man and his mama went on their own date.

WHOA BABY!

March 20th

Woke up excited. This is the day that we have been waiting for since we found out that I was pregnant. I really had thought that I would have gone early but no. Didn't happen. So, here I am. Getting ready. Getting weepy. Getting excited. Are you a boy? Or are you a girl?? So EXCITED!! And surprisingly, very relaxed...

Had everything packed and ready to go. Said good bye to both grandmas, kissed Ellie and Pooh. Explained how we would call them and let them know if they had a brother or a sister. Started getting a little teary eyed. Aside for when I had Pooh, we've always slept under the same roof.

Get in the suburban and attempt to start it up from the passenger side. WHA? Try again. WHAT? DEAD BATTERY. I swear, we are like distant relatives of the Griswolds. I'm panicking by the time Chris gets back. "Oh my God, Chris, DEAD BATTERY!! We're going to be late!!" I screech all panicky,  because I'm in a panic. Chris, being very relaxed, explains how they will not start without me. So, we take his pick up truck and away we go.

Arrive at the hospital and the first couple of hours just fly by with filling out paper work. Waiting to be taken into the OR. And the whole time, I'm fine. I had asked if at all possible, if I could recover in my room instead of the recovery room. That way, I'm able to nurse the baby right away. Because this time I am really going to give it my all. Got my whole birth plan down. Going to have a boy. Going to recover in my room where I can start to nurse baby boy right away. I'm ready. And off we go.

And like the time before (Pooh's birth) I start to panic as my body starts to go numb. So, like the time before, I request a wet washcloth be placed over my eyes. For some reason, this seems to help me relax as my doctor is inquiring, "can you feel this?" as he pinches here or there to make sure that I am completely numb.
Finally, he starts the c-section. The whole time, I'm thinking, "are we finally here? Is this really happening?" I'm waiting with anticipation as they pull the baby out, for that first cry, and finally the big announcement if we have a baby boy. Or a baby girl.

If you get queasy, then stop. Because I've got pictures:

Here we go

UNBELIEVABLE!

Finally, I hear a wail

That's no penis

          Chris looks down at me, teary eyed and announces, "We have another girl". I am completely shocked because I could have sworn we were having a boy. I washed all of the boy clothes, I was so certain. I was in disbelief, "What? Where's the penis?" I ask as they held my baby so I could take a peek.

Evolet Olivia Grace (Evie)
3/20/12
12:34pm
7lbs 10.5oz
19.5inches

Evie had fluid in her lungs.
she needed to have an IV and oxygen

Nothing played out as I had planned. I ended up having the most precious baby GIRL. Beyond thankful for her. I stare at her every second that I can, in total awe and disbelief that she is ours. How blessed are we? Even though I was able to recover in my room, I didn't get to nurse Evie like I had planned due to the fluid in her lungs. I didn't get to hold her for almost 7 hours. Torture. Nursing? That's another story.

                       

Twas the Night Before Baby

Twas the night before baby and all thru the house....both my "older" babies are snugged in their beds, dreaming of their new brother/sister perhaps??? Daddy is still at work, probably purchasing a small gift from baby for each sibling. My mother (Tita) and MIL (Grandma Karen) are both on their computers, browsing the web. Baby's bag is all packed and ready. An outfit for a girl and an outfit for a boy. I have the cord blood kit right by the door, just incase I (might)forget. My bag is packed as well, along with two fully charged cameras to capture each moment. And mama? Well, I'm sitting here, thinking how this is my last night to feel baby number three move within me. How this has been a wonderful pregnancy. How lucky and blessed I am. How I'm just getting use to feeling the jabs and the turns from this precious little person. How pretty soon he or she will be in the cradle of my arms. A new little Larson to love. I'm so excited to know if baby is a boy or if baby is a girl. What will you look like, little one? Do you already know how much we love you? How we can't wait to meet you, hold you, smell you, and kiss you? You're not even here yet and already you have changed our lives. So, off to bed I go to cherish these last precious hours. Tomorrow, tomorrow, I can not wait till tomorrow!

Ellie & The Tooth Fairies

Oh! I am a BAD Mama Blogger! In my defense: for some reason, I am unable to load pictures from my camera onto our computer and that has really deterred me from posting anything. Which is just SILLY! I can always add pictures later, right??? Anyways...

January 10th: Ellie runs up to me, claiming to have a loose tooth. NO WAY! I say. But sure enough, she does. I immediately go on Pinterest to look for something cute to do as the tooth fairy.

January 27th: Ellie loses her first tooth. Chris and I are excited and a little sad. Our baby girl is getting bigger. For some reason, I have no idea why or how, she seems to have "lost" her tooth. We search EVERYWHERE! Can not find it. We're more upset than she is. But she still received a letter and a $1 dollar gold coin. She was so excited! Took it in for show and tell.

February 6th: Ellie loses her second tooth...well, not really lose, more like it was barely hanging on and daddy didn't want to chance it actually getting lost, so he yanked it out. This time, we really wanted to do this Tooth Fairy gig right. I had it all planned out. I would gently take her tooth from it's resting place, replace it with the gold coin, sprinkle "fairy dust" around Ellie. I was SO excited to give my little girl some magic!

Instead, this is how it played out:
I could NOT remember where I put those freakin' dollar gold coins! Chris and I searched for well over an hour, cracking each other up, who would find it first...if he found it-would I give him a back rub?? Luckily, I found them- they were in one of the kitchen drawers. Why?? Would I place them there?? Then we quietly crept into her room. I thought it was very sweet that Chris wanted to do this with me, considering he at first thought it was a little too much, with the coin, the glitter, "just give her a $2 dollar bill" he said at first but now, he was the first to rush into her room with the coin. I, quietly go on one side of her bed and Chris the opposite side. I'm slowly getting ready to slide my hand under her pillow to retrieve the little tooth. Chris?? He decides to yank her up- he practically has her sitting up! Grabs the tooth and replaces it with the coin. My jaw, it's open. Then he let's her down gently. I'm starting to crack up because...c'mon! We're suppose to be sneaky. I had the little jar of glitter open and was just about to sprinkle it around my little princess, when he gestures for it. As I'm passing it to him, I'm trying to let him be aware that the top is off but he fails to see that, instead? He dumps all the glitter out. In one spot. We're both giggling and trying not to wake Ellie up. He tries to "spread" the glitter around JUST as Ellie wakes up. I quickly run to the bathroom to pee because...well I'm pregnant and I practically live in the bathroom. Ellie, of course is surprised to see her parents standing over her, we play it off that we were just "checking" on her. She automatically reaches under her pillow, realizes that there is something there in place of her lost tooth. Grabs it, gets up, looks at it, and starts to jump on the bed. Chris turns on her light to get a better look at what she is talking about because we are both clueless, of course. The she sees the big 'ol pile of glitter poop on her bedspread. She's just as excited. She grabs some "pixie dust" and sprinkles it on herself and tries to think happy thoughts, and jumps up and down on the bed, to fly. "I can't fly. I'm too big. But look, my arm is flying!" she says, as she waves her arm in the air. Pure innocence. One of the best nights as parents for us. As we tucked her in, gave her one last kiss goodnight, and started to walk out of the room, without even thinking about it, we high fiver each other. We are geeky like that. The End.