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Sabtu, 21 Agustus 2010

Just say "no" to Huggies

Cloth diapering. Yes, I've succumbed. 







Do you see that box of Huggies in the background? That's $42 dollars and it doesn't even last a month. Awhile ago I bought 7 Fuzzy Bunz (the off-brand version) and then was given 2 more of a similar style. I used them occasionally with both Mandy and Rem, but never exclusively. To be fair, I used cloth diapers in emergencies when I didn't want to make a trip to the Bi-Mart for disposables.


Now I've come to my senses I can think of 652 better ways to spend $42 a month/$500+ a year, so.....


We are going exclusive. I think we are at that stage in our relationship.


I need a few more cloth diapers to make this solution practical. Fuzzy Bunz or their equivalent cost $18 and up. Being the Frugal Fanny that I am, I decided to sew them myself. Here is my first attempt at making a cloth diaper:

I bought:

3/8 yard flannel (should have bought a whole yard)
3/8 yard white fleece (should have bought 1/2 yard)
3/8 yard PUL waterproof fabric
elastic
2" wide velcro
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Total $11 (enough for 2 diapers... almost)



First let me say that I am not a "follow the rules" kind of sewer. I looked up a few patterns online and then I charged forth and did my own thing. I usually regret charging ahead and doing my own thing. This was no exception. Using one of the Fuzzy Bunz diapers I own, I made up a pattern.

My course of action:
  1. my supplies.
  2. make pattern and think perhaps investing in one isn't such a bad idea.
  3. cut out one of each flannel, PUL, and fleece.
  4. sew PUL and flannel together (the outside flannel layer is not necessary, but I thought it would look nicer). Add elastic to the back and legs.
  5. sew elastic at the end, then fold the fabric and elastic over and make a casing (careful not to see the sides of the elastic.
  6. add velcro, crispy side to the front of the diaper and soft side to white fleece.
  7. sew flannel/PUL layer right sides together with fleece. Make channel for leg elastic. Finish opening at back. I used an insert I had from my other diapers, other wise I would need to sew one of those too (the insert comes out for washing). 





Remington is thinking of becoming an underwear model.







On my next attempt, I will:

  • invest in a pattern

  • buy a bit more fabric so I don't have to make extra seams. 

  • make the elastic a bit tighter in the legs.

Currently, I have one baby in diapers full-time (about 6 clothe diapers a day) and one toddler in diapers at night. To make my life a bit more copacetic, and so I don't have to be religious about my morning, noon, and night diaper washing, I would like to have a total of 15 diapers. 


I have a bit more sewing to do.


This is my journey..... 




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Senin, 04 Januari 2010

Storybook land

It's story time and Emma is "reading." She tells people she can read and they believe her, so impressive for a girl who just turned 5. The thing is, she can't read. She can recognize her name and make some educated guesses on word size for Mandy or Remington. And she can make up a fantastic story from the pictures in a book. Here she is reading the photo baby book I made when Emma was 1 year old.



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She regales her siblings with tales from her exciting babyhood. They are mesmerized and Remi is thinking, "That is so unfair. Why couldn't I be the first child and be left alone for three years?"



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You have to love the fashion my children are sporting. Just a regular day where tights are a must.


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"Baby Emma went swimming with dad and she did 100 bobs." Impressive.



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Senin, 21 Desember 2009

Baby pictures:

I think I'll remember ever detail. But I don't. When I hold my sweet baby #3 against my chest, I close my eyes and try to remember this exact moment with baby #1 and baby #2. The memories are muddled, but they are there. They grew and one stage replaced another until I now have a 5 year old and a 2 year old. How did those moments fly by so fast?



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Photo assignment:

You would think I, of all people, take plenty of pictures of my kids. Not true. I have to remind myself often to snap a picture. These moments pass too quickly. Remi is almost 3 months old! I can hardly believe it. So, take more pictures of your precious children. Put your baby/child in front of a window and get up close. Play around with the settings on your camera, try different posses, take 100+ pictures. You'll be glad you did. You would never know from these close ups of Remington that there were piles of laundry on the floor, there was play-doh stuck in my garlic press, and the kitchen was a mess. Some things are more important.

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Rabu, 18 November 2009

Self Sufficient

It's a zoo around here. I found there is only one safe place for the baby if I need to do something else besides hold him and monitor to make sure his sisters don't torture him. 



I prop him up in bed on the Bumpo, spin the mobile, and turn on some jungle sounds from his super cool, white-noise Giraffe. This usually gives me about 5-10 minutes of time. And the girls think he is in his room sleeping, so they leave him alone. Usually.



On this day he actually fell asleep in his crib. I didn't notice for at least half an hour. I won't call the poor little guy neglected, just self sufficient.



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Rabu, 04 November 2009

What's in a name

Remington Steele or...




Remington Peters?


Ages ago, after we found out we were having a boy, I asked for my blog audiences help in finding a name (click here to look back at the post). A new record of 24 commenters gave suggestions. I promised Dutch Bucks to the first person to suggest the name we ended up choosing for our little guy. 2 people suggested Remington, my mom and my sister-in-law Kelly. It isn't very fair because both knew that we were partial to the name for its significance and not because of Remington Steel. Read this:

Remington Arms is a major American manufacturer of riflesshotguns, other firearmsrevolvers and ammunitionRemington was founded in 1816 by Eliphalet Remington II who believed he could build a better gun than he could buy. Farming communities in the region were famous for their diverse skills and self-sufficiency, and the winter seasons were used for crafts that provided goods for self-use and also for sale. Eliphalet's father was a blacksmith, and wanted to expand his business into rifle barrel production. Later, the firearms business became Remington Arms Company. During the Great Depression, Remington purchased the Peters Cartridge Company; today, many of the Remington headstamps still have R-P on them for Remington-Peters. -- From Wikipedia.org




A crafty farmer turned gun smith or a dashing private investigator, either way we think the name is strong and perfect for our son. We could have gone with Elephalet, but aren't you glad we didn't?

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Selasa, 03 November 2009

4 weeks already

These last 4 weeks have flown by as we get to know our new little guy. Remi continues to have a very laid-back personality and is very sweet, snuggly, and rarely cries. I thank God for this about 3,000 times a day! He is a good nurser and has grown to 9 pounds 10 ounces, almost 2 pounds up from his birth weight. The 0-3 months sized clothes are finally fitting nicely. My favorite outfits on him are ones I got in 2 different sets (thanks mom and Andee) by Carters. The cute little monkey is hard to resist.



The blanket was sewn by Remi's great Aunt Joyce. I love the jungle print around the outside.




The girls still fight to hold him, although some of the initial allure has worn off. I needed Emma to hold him while I did something else and Remi happened to spit up on her. She exclaimed, "Why did you give him to me when he pukes all over me?" If Remi has a fault it is that he spits up a lot. We'll forgive him for it since he is such a sweetheart.







We give his cheeks lots of kisses and I'm afraid we spread our germs to him as well. He is currently working through his second cold. Hearing him all congested and snotty is terrible, but he is still able to eat and sleep. And what else does a newborn need?




My little ruffians. I'm not sure how some people (ehem, Resolved 2 Worship) get their children to look like little Gap Kids models for every picture. The photo above is true to life; mismatched jammies, stained work shirts, bed head, and happy girls in love with their baby.




Jeff took this photo. Apparently everyone wanted to be "burritos" like the baby. There is no shortage to the fun around here. :)

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Jumat, 30 Oktober 2009

Of smiling...

I've heard it said that a baby's first real smiles don't appear until about 6 weeks of age. I don't believe it. I am certain my little guy has been smiling at me for that last few days and he is only 3 weeks old. Mandy was also an early smiler, according to the norm. We were basking in her sweet smiles at about 2-3 weeks as well.







This smiling business is hard work. Holding his tiny hands takes no work at all.





The grasp of his tiny fingers feels like perfection. 




Back to sleep he goes.

And yes, his hair looks redder and his eyes look bluer every day. Crazy.

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Jumat, 23 Oktober 2009

I've fallen in love all over again

While I was feeding Remi a bit ago, the girls took it upon themselves to very quietly cut open most of the Sweet n' Low packets, EmergenceC, and tea bags from the cupboard and then dump them together with water in a very sweet and fizzy soup. With great restraint, I called my husband and ask if he could kindly take the girls away from the house before I went ballistic -- he came right over. I'm sure he'll return soon and say, "They were perfect for me." In the meantime, Remi and I had a few moments to ourselves. 

 

I thought it was an urban legend when I was pregnant with a boy. But moms kept telling me, over and over, that I would feel differently about my son than my daughters. "It's a special bond," they would say and I assumed they were sipping some hormonal soup. How could I "feel differently" about one gender to another?

From the moment I looked into Emma's eyes, and then Mandy's, I felt an identity to them; I was inspired to teach them everything I knew about being a woman; I felt I knew them from the moment I met them because they were like me; they would be cutely dressed in outfits I secretly wished came in my size; they would wrap their daddy around little fingers, just like I did with my dad. The girls and I have great fun together, but I am immune to their tricks of manipulation and defiance because I've been there -- done that 25-30 years ago (okay, maybe 25-30 minutes ago). Then Remington arrived and I fell in love with him in a completely different way than my girls. I am in awe of this baby boy -- I'm completely taken with him. Maybe it is because he looks just like his daddy...


(Jeff at 6 months)




Or maybe it is because Remi already seems to adore me. Sure, I'm his meal ticket, but the way he looks into my eyes, I think he is just as smitten with me as I am with him. Snuggling with him is even pleasant in the middle of the night. He is P-R-E-C-I-O-U-S.








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Remington's Birth Announcement



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Sabtu, 17 Oktober 2009

Are you crazy? There are hospitals for that sort of thing!

I knew when I was pregnant last winter that I wanted to do a home birth with a midwife. The idea sounded appealing to me for many reasons. First of all, I was already familiar with midwife care because both the girls were delivered by midwives in the hospital in very natural births. All pre-natal care was at a clinic (Salem and Corvallis) and was identical to what I would have received if I had an OB instead. Midwives are typically more conservative and natural about their approach to birth. "A woman's body is made to do this" is a prominent way of thinking and as you know, I tend toward the "granola", or more natural way of thinking. Another reason was because a home birth is much cheaper and we changed insurance companies at the wrong time and the birth would not be covered, hospital or not.

I was really pumped up about having a home birth and started my research. "The Business of Being Born" is a very good, newer documentary on home births that is beneficial to watch for those who think the idea is beyond crazy. It shows many home births and educates the audience about the training a midwife receives and precautions that are in place during home deliveries. I had my mom watch it after she showed hesitation about my plans. She and my sister both had c-section births for their children because of complications. My plan for a home birth opened up a lot of unknowns and freaked my mom out! Watching the movie really helped alleviate her fears. My husband and his side of the family on the other hand, were quite supportive. My mother-in-law had midwives for her 4th and 5th babies and planned home births, the second ending at the hospital when the baby showed signs to distress. Both were positive experiences though and there was no hesitation from my more "granola" in-laws.

Most people I told about the home birth were negative about it. "Are you crazy? There are hospitals for that sort of thing," was a common reaction. I planned on talking openly about it also on the blog. If you are wondering why this is the first you've hear about it, well, I didn't want to hear the concerned (although uneducated) questions for 9 months, so I stopped telling people. I continued on with finding a midwife, confident in my decision. One midwife who was highly recommended by a friend was no longer working, but she referred me to a woman in Corvallis. And I also I interviewed 2 others from friends' personal references. I did a lot of online research and for the most part, woman are completely positive about their home birth experiences -- passionate about it, really. If you are interested, try googling it and get lost in the beautiful birth stories on blogs and midwive's websites. 

These are some questions I had for the midwives I interviewed:
  • What is your training?
  • How many births have you done?
  • What indications during a home birth would make you recommend going to the hospital?
  • What does a normal home birth look like?
  • What about the mess? (this was my husband's #1 biggest concern)

I ended up going with a woman in Corvallis, Lisa Lehrer. I liked her because of her straight-forward personality, her experience (attended over 800 births), the tiny cottage next to her home where she received clients, and the very child friendly environment for my children. I saw her for pre-natal care starting at about 9 weeks. The best part was that I didn't have to see 8-10 different midwives and dr.s on staff to "get to know them" because Lisa is the only midwife at the office and works with just one assistant. I didn't have to worry about parking ever and there were no germy waiting rooms to sit in month after month for my appoitments. I was really happy with the prenatal care.

All the normal tests were offered to me, but not required. I appreciated how Lisa explained everything to me, gave her honest opinions and left the decision entirely up to me. The only test I elected to do was an ultrasound. Everything else that could have been concerning was covered in my previous pre-natal tests. At my first appointment Lisa covered nutrition. It was a common topic during our visits and she was the first to recommend cutting sugars completely out of my diet. After 18 months of sickness through Emma's and Mandy's pregnancies, I was so thankful for her nutritional advice. I also bumped up my protein intake to 75 grams a day. I spent the entire pregnancy sickness free (praise the Lord!), besides the times I tried to test the theory and indulged in sugars or skipped the protein snacks.

As my due date came closer, I ordered a home birth kit from an online resource for $45. It included all those goodies you see at a birth like gloves, those big absorbent pads that go on the bed, gauze, cord clamp, and even the prized mesh underwear! I also had a home visit from my midwife and her assistant. They told me a bit more what to expect at a birth and when to call them to come. I was never nervous about being at home to give birth. I was very confident in the midwive's experience and judgement and also in my body to give birth without complications.

As you all know, I had to go passed my due date by 8 days. It was really frustrating, not to mention uncomfortable. I could tell my body was getting closer to the birth, but it took its own sweet time. I had weeks of very painful contractions that would usually start in late afternoon when I was at my tiredest and then end sometime in the night. None of the try-this-inducing-activities suggested by other women worked for me and I trudged on. My parents came for visits before, on and after my due date, always expecting "something" would happen. If I had a $1 for every time I heard, "So, no baby yet?" from well meaning family and friends, I would be a rich woman.

At the end, the contractions started late in the day like all the other times. Combined with the pelvic pain that had been building to a nearly intolerable level and being 8 days passed by due date, I was pretty sure I would have a baby soon. The strong contractions continued through the night and I told Jeff in the morning that I was pretty sure this was it. Laying in bed, my water broke, without the impressive show that others have reported. There was no gushing, just a "pop." I called Lisa and she said to call her back after I had eaten breakfast and had a chance to walk around awhile. I called her back when the contractions were about 4-5 minutes apart and quite intense. She was there by 9am and set up the bedroom. She brought along oxygen and resuscitation equipment (just like at the hospital) and a birthing stool. She had a lot of stuff with her and I am not sure what all it was, but she was prepared for anything.

By 11am I was ready to push! I was ready to write a book on how easy and fantastic home birthing is. After a few minutes of pushing though, Lisa checked me and my cervix wasn't thinned out enough and the baby was not descending. To keep the baby from going into distress because he couldn't come out at that point, she had me "relax" on the bed. Relaxing through heavy labor was agonizing. Amazingly, the contractions became father apart and I was able to sleep a little, but the pain was no less fierce as it came on like a nightmarish tidal wave. The midwives were massaging my feet and legs as they were cramping up and Jeff put pressure on my back because the labor felt like my spine was going through a meat grinder.

By about 2pm I had had about all I could take and my cervix was still not thinned out enough and the baby had not descended. I took a hot shower, still feeling that uncontrollable urge to push. The midwives checked the baby's heartbeat about every 1-2 minutes and he was happily pumping along except for one time when I ignored the "don't push" instructions and his heart rate dropped dramatically. Another half hour or so of relaxing and then everything happened quickly. I spent the rest of the time pushing and pushing some more. When he finally popped out at 3:06pm, it became apparent why we had such a hard time with delivery. He was wrapped up in the cord, twice around his neck and once under his arms, and was face up (not designed to come out that way). Lisa said, "Wow, that is something," as she quickly handed me a crying baby boy. She told us later that she had only seen one other birth (out of over 800 delivered) this way. It gave me some validation that it was really a hard delivery and that I am not just a wuss.

I am very thankful for how Lisa handled the birth and I was never anxious or worried about my baby. I wonder if I had pushed through all those contractions like I wanted to if we would have had a different outcome; like going to the hospital when the baby showed signs of distress or even a C-section. She wisely let me/made me rest, not knowing entirely why the baby wasn't descending. When people ask, "How was the birth?" my mind immediately goes to those hours of resting through heavy back labor. And it is what makes me say, "It was the hardest one by far."

So after a long pregnancy, being over-due, and having a long and horrible labor, I was sure glad to see our baby boy. He was white and slimy, had 3 cones on top of his head, and his nose was completely smooshed to the side, but he was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. He cried for a long time, but we were both going through a lot of pain even when the birth was over. It is not easy work for mom or baby!

Our only issues so far have been with nursing. He is a lazy nurser and I let him pick up some bad habits in those first few days. You can fix bad habits in newborns pretty easily (especially when you have a fantastic lactation consultant), but the consequences are rather painful for awhile. This is a family show, so I won't go into details. We are on the road to recovery and our boy is happy and healthy. Amazingly, he had gained back to his birth weight by day 3 and is now 8 ounces over his birth weight at 9 days old. Which reminds me, I need to get out the camera again and take some pictures. He is changing daily.

I hope this lengthy post pacifies all who wanted to hear about my home birth decision and gory delivery story. I am very glad I did a home birth, but very glad it is over too!
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Selasa, 13 Oktober 2009

3 baby pictures

Time flies when you are having fun, or so they say. My children are such treasures. I can hardly believe it has been almost 5 years since Emmaleigh was born. It seems like such a short time ago that I was experiencing mothering a newborn for the first time. Emma had lots of black, fine hair, and looked like me from the beginning -- she still does, except for her blue eyes! She was 7lbs. 4oz.

Emmaleigh Danielle



Mandy Rose was born just 2 years ago. She had less hair than Emma, but it was still quite dark. She had the most fabulous lips. Mandy looks a lot more like the Peters. So much so that we've jokingly called her "Jeffica" at times. She was such a hard newborn in comparison to Emma. But she made up for it with her smile. She started smiling contagiously at just a few weeks old. It was awesome, even if I was sleep deprived and nursing every hour. She was 7lbs. 10 oz.



I must admit, Remington looks a lot like the girls at birth. He is 7lbs. and 14oz. His hair is much lighter and I wonder if his dark eyes will be the dominant brown like me or stay blue like the girls and Jeff. He is such a great baby. He is easy and I am thankful for that. It's fun to see the comparison.
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Senin, 12 Oktober 2009

More Remington...

The first day back on the job as Chief Operations Manager. Today's challenges: sickness among the workers, inefficiency in the laundry facility, and troubles with the new-hire in the milking department. Just another day in paradise.



Someday I might get tired of post pictures of the baby, but not anytime soon. He is a joy!







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