Monday, September 24, 2012
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
- At his six-month check-up, Jude weighed in at 16 pounds 12 oz, was 27 inches long, and his head measured 17 1/4 in. The doctor told us he was in the 25th percentile for weight, and the 50th for height and head. (Boring to you...but something I may want to remember some day.)
- Jude attended his first concert! Which also happened to be MY first concert 25 years ago! It was the Beach Boys' 50th anniversary tour. We didn't end up buying tickets for it until the day of the show...so we were lucky to have been able to find a sitter for the evening. She was a little young, though, and I wasn't sure I wanted to leave Jude anyway...so we took him along! He wore John's noise cancellation headphones, which surprisingly, stayed on the whole night, and which, also surprisingly, he seemed to enjoy. He was a hit with everyone around us...the man sitting next to us called his wife and told her all about how there was the cutest baby sitting here enjoying the show with some giant headphones...and the folks in front of us asked if they could take a picture of him - they thought he was so cute. He ended up falling asleep for the second half of the show (it was a three hour set! they played 50 songs...one for each year!)...I had to laugh, as it reminded me of how my little brother, Matt, fell asleep when we went to the Beach Boys concert as kids. We've teased him a lot about that over the years...how anyone could fall asleep at a concert is beyond me. Jude was so cute though...lying in my lap, sleeping so peacefully despite the sound level in the venue, and wearing a pair of headphones that were twice the size of his head. The cutest sight!
- Jude tried rice cereal for the first time...and liked it!
- He talks a lot, and he screams a lot...he squeals, and he hollers, and he jabbers the day away. I think he loves hearing his low and raspy voice in action as much as I do! It's seriously the best!
- Jude loves his bamboo blankies! Whenever we start to put one on top of him, he grabs at it with his hands, and kicks at it with his legs, and then buries his little face into it! It's the cutest thing to see how excited he becomes over something so simple. At bed time, and for naps, he's sure to fall right to sleep as long as he has a piece of his blanket touching the side of his face...and believe it or not, even when we're out and about with temps in the 110-115 range, Jude still loves to be covered with a bamboo blankie.
- He is the happiest baby I have ever known. He smiles if you just make eye contact with him, and if you laugh at him, you're sure to get a laugh back. He loves to sit in his exersaucer, or in his little bumbo chair, and just watch and observe his surroundings. He's content to lie on a blanket on the floor, and he loves hanging out in his swing. He's happy and he's easy. He goes with the flow, and he naps on the go. He's my dream baby.
- Even though he's so chill...he does have a little bit of a hard time for some reason every night around 5:30...which also happens to be when I'm trying to make dinner! We've come up with an easy solution for that, however...we make dinner together. I strap on the baby bjorn, put him inside, turn on some tunes, and we're good to go. He's getting some good practice in. Who knows, maybe he'll grow up to be a chef, or a food connoisseur, or a culinary specialist of some sort. I so look forward to this time that we share together each evening. I'm going to miss the day that he loses interest...or becomes too big for me to strap on my chest...or starts reaching for the knives, or the boiling water. For now, though...we have a pretty good thing going.
- He started sitting up, but can't stay sitting for very long before he topples over.
- He can roll, too, but for the most part, choses not to. I see some of his friends (who were born at the same time) doing all sorts of tricks...but jude, he's just my chill baby. And really, I'm in no hurry to have him grow up and turn into a big boy. In fact, if I had it my way, I'd put a hold on time, and enjoy my six month old baby...for another six months or so.
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Thursday, July 19, 2012
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Thursday, June 28, 2012
what's the deal with me only updating my blog when my baby gets another month older? and this time i waited almost two months! i've gots to get on the ball around here. it's hard to believe that another month (almost two) has come and gone, and that our little juder bug is already 1/3 of a year old! i took him to the doctor the other day and found out that he weighs 14 pounds, and is 25 inches long. he's in the 25th percentile for weight and head circumference, and the 50th for height. our little peanut is growing! i still feel like the luckiest momma alive. actually, i prefer to consider myself blessed. jude is our little miracle, and i know it was through the grace of God that we have him here with us...safe and sound. i'm still in complete awe. i watch him while he sleeps, and often feel overwhelmed by his ginormous spirit. he's a real person. a tiny, perfect, and beautiful person. a person who can't converse, but whose smile speaks a thousand words. a person who can't dress himself, or feed himself, who is completely dependent, yet has done more our little family than i ever thought possible. our world revolves around him. his siblings are crazy about him. his parents are smitten. i think everyone who knows him, adores him. i mean, all one has to do is look at him, and he'll flash the most adorable gummy smile known to man. he's happy, and lovable. he smiles all the time, and his smile takes up half his face (inherited from daddy, for sure). he laughs multiple times a day. he still loves to be held, and i love to hold him...so we have a nice arrangement there. i thank my Heavenly Father daily for the blessing of being jude's mother. there really isn't anything more precious, more rewarding...than being able to partner with God in raising His children. i am truly humbled and so very blessed. happy four months, little Zuder (a nickname coined by your older sister, ruby). i love you so.
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Friday, May 18, 2012
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Friday, April 6, 2012
what has happened to the time?
i can't believe our little bug is already two months old.
i also can't believe how much more complete my life seems now that he's in it.
it's amazing how such a tiny little person can have such a profound impact on so many souls.
our family is forever and ever changed because of jude...and for the better, of course.
our little guy is growing up and doing so many fantastic things.
one of my personal favorites is that he started sleeping through the night just this week!
he's done it 3 nights in a row so far, so i'm just crossing my fingers it sticks.
i'd be one happy mama, for sure...and maybe the dark circles and bags under my eyes, could once and for all, become things of the past.
on st. patrick's day our little mister started grinning like it was nobody's business...and he hasn't stopped since.
all we have to do is smile at him, and he smiles back.
it's that easy.
no wonder the Savior taught us to become as a little child.
if we were all as quick to smile at one another, as a babe is at his mother, i think the world would be such a happier place.
love would abound, wouldn't it?
a smile is a pretty powerful thing.
jude rolled over from his back to his stomach for the first time just last night. i laid him on the bed while i ran to grab his pajamas, and when i came back, by golly, he was on his stomach!
before i even realize it, he'll be walking right out of the room.
he finally graduated from his newborn diapers, and is now wearing a size one. i weighed him this morning and he's 10 pounds 2 ounces already! i feel like he's gotten so big, but it's crazy to think that his brother still weighed 8 ounces more than that...at birth! ouch!
(i know i always say it, but asher's birth mom is one of my heroes for sure!)
these last couple of months, as i've cared for a newborn, i've been given the chance to slow down a bit...by so doing, i have been able to reflect and feel grateful for the blessing and miracle of being able to raise such choose spirits. each one is so individual and unique. every day they remind me how great my purpose in this life is, and how incredibly blessed i am to be a mother...
and not just ANY mother...
but THEIR mother.
happy two months, my sweet jude. we all just absolutely love and adore you.
Posted by nicole at 1:37 PM
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
it's hard to believe that it has already been a month since jude was born.
the past 30 days or so have been a crazy whirlwind of sorts, but not because of jude...
oh no, he fits right in...and has from day one.
our whole family has fallen head over heels in love with him.
he really is perfect in every way.
i love to hold him, and stare at his sweet little face.
i love to snuggle him and love on him.
i love taking naps with him.
i love studying his perfect features...from the top of his head...on down to his toes.
i wonder about what goes on in his head.
i dream about his future...
i seriously cannot get enough of him.
i could hold him all day every day...and then on into the night...
and, in fact, i do.
and i'm not getting anything done because of it.
and for some reason, i'm ok with that...
because this has been one of the best months of my entire life.
happy one month, sweet baby boy.
Posted by nicole at 10:08 PM
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
and 40 weeks of excitement, anticipation, anxiety, and trepidation,
we are happy to announce the arrival of our perfect baby boy...
monday, february 6th, at 11:37 PM
7 lbs 13 oz
20 inches long
after a week of holding him, and loving on him, and staring at his perfect little features...
i am still in awe of the miracle that he is.
that even though 40 weeks seems like an eternity to an expectant mother, it really is amazing that something so perfect and complex actually derived from a microscopic organism formed by the fusion of two cells,
and that in just 40 weeks' time, we are holding our perfect little human being in our arms.
he captured our hearts the moment our eyes rested upon him, and he will have us wrapped around his finger for all the days, and weeks, and months, and years, and decades, and centuries...
and eternities to come.
Posted by nicole at 7:35 PM
Thursday, February 2, 2012
oh man i'm feeling so ready for this baby to come. it's like the only think i think about...day and night. the past 4 nights i have even dreamt about him. last night i guess the dream wasn't really about him, but i was getting my epidural, and suddenly i awoke, and my back hurt like the dickens in the very spot i would actually be receiving an epidural. it's from this couch i'm telling ya...and not just the couch, but having to sleep sitting up on the couch. it's starting to really wear on me...and especially on my poor back. after that experience last night, i thought hey, maybe i'll move onto the floor and just start sleeping there like john. and then i came to my senses and realized that that would defeat the whole purpose of leaving our beloved bed in the first place, and that was to be able to sleep at a 90 degree angle. if i were to move to the floor...why not just move back to the bed?
so yeah, my back is definitely ready for this baby to come. my belly too. it's seriously about to pop. not only does it look like it's about to pop, but it feels that way too. plus it hangs out of about every shirt that i own. i finally just started calling myself gus gus for fun.
so my back is ready. my belly is ready. i'm sure my children are more than ready. let's just put it this way...i haven't been the most patient of mothers the past few days and weeks. i'm just uncomfortable and irritable, and unfortunately, they're having to bear the brunt of it...poor things. i'm sure they're more than ready to have their "real" mommy back.
the house is ready. as i mentioned before, i've been nesting like crazy and i literally feel like every single thing is done inside this house...and yet, everyday i stay busy...cleaning, and then re-cleaning...organizing, and then re-organizing. it's weird. i mean, is it really necessary to scrub the toilets every day?
i've primmed and primped in every way imaginable. i got my hair did, and my fingers and toes. i've been waxed, and eyelashed. it may seem a bit ridiculous, but there are so many things about your body you can't control during pregnancy, so why not take advantage of a few that you can? plus i had about 5 or 6 groupons that were burning a hole in my pocket, so i figured...hey, what better time to use them than now?
with so many things being ready and in place and lined up for our baby jude to enter the world, you'd think he'd be here already, right? if only it were that easy. i think the one thing that definitely is not ready, is my crazy, indecisive cervix. right now it's so high that the doctors can hardly find it...and when they finally do, it's only barely to a one...on the outside. still completely closed on the inside. it's so weird how we do everything we can to keep these babies from coming too early (like getting stitches in our dang cervixes), but then when it's time, and it's safe and everything is ready (like getting the stitches removed...ouch! by the way) then our sweet babies decide they're not ready to come. too bad jude, ready or not you're coming on monday. that actually gives me 3 more days to scrub toilets, fold linens, steam floors, wash mirrors...or whatever else i feel needs to be done for the umpteenth time.
one thing i know that i'm ready for, and i feel like i've been ready for this for years now, is to finally meet my sweet baby boy. to hold him. to love him. to lay him on my chest and feel his little heart beat against mine. to look into his eyes. to study the lines on his toes and the joints of his perfect little fingers. to kiss the top of his head. and smell his baby soft skin. and then to never, ever, ever let him go.
i have never been more ready. i am so...SO ready for that.
Posted by nicole at 9:18 PM
Monday, January 30, 2012
today my heart is full. it's full of something called love. now, although i have always considered myself to be a hopeless romantic, i do not claim, by any means, to be an expert on love. i simply wanted to share a beautiful story of love that has affected me (and you, although you may not be aware of it) immensely. first i feel it necessary to mention the greatest display of Love in the history of the world. and that was the love given by our Savior, who came to earth and layed down His own life for us...for His friends. He was perfect in every way, but to submit to the will of the Father and His plan, our Savior died for us. think about that. he willingly died for us to fulfill His Father's plan. love, my dear jude, well, it is a verb. it requires action. love is all about doing, and being, and demonstrating, and sacrificing. today i want to share with you another example of love, which like the Savior's Love (although on a much smaller scale) has altered and transformed me. and that is the Love demonstrated on a daily basis by your very own earthly father - my husband - who just so happens to be the most Christlike person i have ever known. i feel it important to tell you about him, especially because in the short span of a week, you will be meeting him, and then you will also be on the receiving end of his most perfect and pure love.
this pregnancy has not been easy on me, to say the least. i in no way blame you for this...it's just that for some women (i'd say most women), pregnancy is super, super difficult. your father understands this, and has been completely supportive and helpful for the past 9 months. he takes care of cooking (or picking up) all the meals...because it's always around dinner time that i feel the worst. he cleans the house, does laundry, and makes late night runs to satisfy my cravings. when i get sick, he's right there, rubbing my back, and holding the hair out of my face. he's backed out of many church meetings, work trips, outings with friends, sporting events, and other important obligations, to be able to tend to my needs, and be there for me when i felt my head was just barely above water. he tells me he loves the way that i look...even though, at present, i know i resemble a walrus. but you know what? when he says, man, you're beautiful, or dang, i love the way you look when you're pregnant, i really believe him. because your dad also happens to be the most genuine and sincere person i know. almost every night he puts your brother and sister to bed...a task which involves bathing them, helping them brush their teeth, get into their jammies, read scriptures, a bedtime story of their choice, and family prayer...and he singlehandedly does this so that i can have a little break. he rubs my belly with cocoa butter when it itches, he massages my feet when they're swollen, and is nothing but patient with my grumpy and hormonal mood swings. he has never, no not once, uttered a word of complaint. your dad is not a complainer. he puts on a smile, and he gets to work serving, going, doing, and sacrificing...always putting the needs of others above his own. now that, my sweetheart, is true love. this entire pregnancy i have suffered with severe heartburn, but for the past month or two, it has become almost unbearable. i am on two prescription medications for it, and pop the tums like they're going out of style...yet i still can't seem to find any relief. about a month ago, i told your dad that i had decided to start sleeping on the couch to see if it might make a difference. i felt bad having to leave him alone, but i also knew i wouldn't last one more night in our bed. something had to change. so my first night on the couch, i noticed that your dad was setting up a bed as well.
he told me that wherever i sleep, that's where he sleeps too. after about three weeks of sleeping on the couch, his back started to become stiff and extremely sore. i begged him to just go back to our bed, but instead he moved his sleeping bag onto the floor right by me...and that's where he's been ever since. i am constantly in awe of the man that i married. and i wanted to be sure to share a thing or two with you about your father. no doubt as you grow and get older, you will come to this realization on your own. someday you will find yourself a wife, and it's my hope and prayer, that you care for her just as your father has cared for me, and for you, and for your brother and sister. look to him as an example. follow in his footsteps. show love to those around you through your actions; and you, no doubt, will be as happy as your daddy is...because isn't he about the happiest person you know?
we love you jude...without ever having met you, your father and i love you deeply and immensely. i hope we can demonstrate that love to you all the days of your life, and that you will never ever doubt how special you are...how immeasurably you are cherished and esteemed...by me, by your father, your siblings, your Heavenly Father, your Savior, and hundreds and thousands of others. now that, my dear, is a whole lot of love.
Posted by nicole at 2:21 PM
john made me go to bed tonight at 9:35. our whole family has been sick, and so were doing all we can to get this household healthy before our sweet baby boy comes. so rather than wind down to a netflix like we oftentimes do, or stay up til midnight or 1 am organizing drawers and closets, we went to bed. john was out the instant his head hit the pillow, and unfortunately, i wasn't the least bit sleepy. so i lie there in the dark listening to my husband snore softly, the dog snore softly, and the tick tocking of the three or four clocks we have around these parts of the house. that kind of strange silence, well, it's enough to drive a girl crazy. i popped one of my trusted klonopin (anti-anxiety/ sleeping pills), and i'd say within a half hour, i was out...only to wake again 2 hours later. all i could think about when i woke, was wanting to scrub my baseboards. it's 12:25 am..and my only desire is to have clean baseboards. and the funny thing is, they've already been scrubbed...i just wanted to do them again is all. i decided to blog instead. it's seriously so crazy to me...this whole nesting instinct that expectant mothers get. i wasn't sure it was actually going to happen for me this time around. up until about 3 or four weeks ago, i was probably the laziest person on the planet. this pregnancy has literally drained me, and all i've wanted to do for the majority of it, is sleep. i've had no desire to cook or to clean, or even to be crafty or domestic...things i usually enjoy. i don't know if it's my age that's made everything so much harder this go around...i mean i am just a couple months from the big 35, folks. whatever it is...whatever it was, i'm glad it's over, and that i have my energy back. i still feel lousy, don't get me wrong. it hurts to roll over at night. it hurts to walk. i'm huge, and i'm sore, and swollen...and gosh darnit, my whole body aches...but i am so grateful that at least for the time being, i've got my energy back.
it started about 4 saturdays ago. john and i have been gearing up for another garage sale. we usually have one about ever two or three years...and they're always successful - bringing in anywhere from $800 to $2,500. so for the past year i'd say, we've been saving things - things we normally would have gotten rid of - for the sale. and everything we've been collecting, has gone straight to the garage. it got to the point where we just started throwing things out there...and before too long...our poor vehicles no longer had a place to call home. our junk was starting to take over. a few months ago i purchased some clothing racks from a consignment store, and began getting all the kids' clothes ready to sale, but other than that, the garage just looked like a hot mess (for lack of a better description). so about a month ago, on a saturday morning, john and i woke up, and ventured out there together. we had no intention of organizing it, and to be honest, thoughts of preparing for our sale were the furthest from our minds. i think we just went out there to find a tool, or the ladder, or something to complete a project that we had been working on inside. we were both so frustrated that we couldn't even move without tripping over something, or walk without having to step over several things, or find a dang thing...like a ginormous ladder, for one. we honestly, had had enought! and it seemed like such a daunting task - tackling that beast to get ready for a garage sale, plus during the past few months, i had started getting rid of some of the nicer things on Craig's list...making somewhere around $3,500...so honestly, even if we had made close to that on the remaining items...those gross, infecting items that were overtaking our beloved garage, it wouldn't have been worth it to me. "let's take it all away" i said, somewhat surprising myself. to which john replied "ok". we raised the garage door....something we haven't done in months for fear of scaring our neighbors right on out of the hood, and began loading up the armada. john lowered all the seats, and we started just piling it all in. he took not one, not two, but three trips to the goodwill that day...and man oh man, did it feel awesome. liberating, in fact. our garage still looked like trash, but it was a good feeling knowing how much we had actually gotten rid of. i think that first saturday, four weeks ago, sparked something in me, and i began going crazy. i started cleaning out closets and drawers, cabinets and cupboards, dressers and toy bins, storage bins and tubs. it was the best feeling. and i wasn't just organizing, i was clearing things out...purging like i've never purged before. and then i started cleaning, and organizing, and repairing things that had been rendered useless for months, and tackling things like the baseboards and blinds (both of which i absolutely loathe). for the next three saturdays, i had heaps and piles of things ready for john to haul away...(those goodwill workers know him on a first name basis, i'm sure)). so far we've taken 8 full loads to the goodwill, and i'm already building a pile for the 9th. the kids' playroom is completely clean and organized...their bedroom too. the house has been scrubbed from top to bottom. our bedroom is no longer the catch all, but actually looks like a real live bedroom (it lacks in the decorating department...as do most the rooms in our house, but at least it's decent and inviting). the baby stuff has been washed, folded, and put away. the crib and changing table are set up. the nursery is painted, all the linens in the house have been washed. the carpets have been professionally cleaned, and i can honestly say that i now know where every single item in the house is...down to the very last screw and safety pin. it's nice to have a place for everything...with everything in it's place. there are still a few things i'd like to get done, but i feel so good about what we've accomplished in the last four weeks, that if baby were to come tomorrow, i'd feel ready. like we would be bringing him home...and not to just any home, but to a clean and organized home...a haven...where he would feel welcomed and loved...(and i'd never have the fear of losing him in a pile of junk). but dear baby...dear sweet baby, don't come tomorrow, ok? i keep thinking i need to redo those baseboards...plus i have a load or two of wash i'd like to catch up on. just at least give me another day, will ya? better yet, let's just wait til your scheduled induction date of feb. 6th...that gives me a whole week to tie up those few loose ends. does that sound like a deal?
and by the way, i can't wait to meet you. i think you're really gonna like it here. it's 2 am now, and i think we had better get some rest, don't you? goodnight, my little bird.
love, your crazy nesting mother.
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Tuesday, January 10, 2012
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Friday, January 6, 2012
and now can you see why my five year old confuses the heck out of me?
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