He Did What?!

A few weeks ago, Evie came running from Emmit's room, tears streaming down her face. When I asked what was wrong, she held out her arm and said, "Emmit bi-di-die-di-doed me".

Well since I have no clue what it means to "bi-di-die-di-doe" someone, I asked her to show me what he did. So she did...she pinched me!

The term has since caught on, and I'm constantly hearing "Don't bi-di-die-di-doe me!", and I've even caught myself saying "Stop bi-di-die-di-doe-ing your brother/sister!"

That'll Shut Him Up!

2 Sundays ago, we were at my parents' house putting together a new swing set. Emmit was playing outside, and all of sudden he said:

"Oh, a cricket! I killed him! He won't crick again!"

Actual Conversation With Evie

The following is an actual conversation that took place with Evie Monday evening at Sonic:

Evie: "Momma, momma, momma. Can I have a cheese stick? Can I have a cheese stick?"

me: "Yes, you can. Here!" {hands cheese stick to Evie}
{Evie takes a big bite & spits something out}

Evie: "Momma, what's this in the middle?"

me: "It's cheese."

Evie: "Well, I don't like cheese."

Keep Your Toddler Rear Facing!

http://aapnews.aappublications.org/cgi/content/full/30/4/12-a

Keep your toddler in a rear-facing car seat until age 2 (not 1)

Lori O’Keefe
Correspondent

"New research indicates that toddlers are more than five times safer riding rear-facing in a car safety seat up to their second birthday. Following are some safety tips for car seat use:

All infants should ride rear-facing in either an infant car seat or convertible seat.

If an infant car seat is used, the infant should be switched to a rear-facing convertible car seat once the maximum height (when the infant’s head is within 1 inch of the top of the seat) and weight (usually 22 pounds to 32 pounds) have been reached for that infant seat as suggested by the car seat manufacturer.

Toddlers should remain rear-facing in a convertible car seat until they have reached the maximum height and weight recommended for the model, or at least the age of 2.

To see if your car seat is installed properly and to find a certified passenger safety technician in your area, visit www.seatcheck.org or www.nhtsa.dot.gov/cps/cpsfitting/index.cfm. You also can call 866-SEATCHECK (866-732-8243) or 888-327-4236. "

Two In One Day!

I usually tell Emmit to say something to Emory to get him to smile, but he always has trouble coming up with things to say. This morning was no different.

Emory was staring staring straight at his big brother, so I said, "Emmit, say something so he'll smile."

Emmit says, "Hey! Hey!", pauses briefly, and then says "Mailbox!"

WTH?

Then on the way home from the doctor's office, we were talking about how it looks like it's going to rain. Emmit said that he was laying in his room and "heard a loud thunder and it scared the Jesus out of me."

You know...begeezus.

They Are So Literal Sometimes

A few days ago, I was sitting on the couch watching some videos on the computer. Emmit & Evie ran over so they could watch too. They sat down beside me, one on each side. And then the computer just froze up.

I said, "Man, the computer is frozen!"

At the exact same time, they both reached out & touched the screen!

Evie said, "No it's not! It's hot!"

Another Emmit LOL!

We've been putting up the new swing set in the backyard. It was a kit that we ordered. I've never seen so many screws, nuts, bolts, and washers in my life!

Tonight, Nathan was adding a few more accessories. He was up on the tower trying to attach a pirate wheel. Well, he dropped something. Emmit reached down to pick it up, and Nathan asked what he dropped.

Emmit held it up and said, "Oh, it's a dryer!"


Close, bubba..really close. It's a WASHER!

Animal Crackers

Last night, we were all snacking on animal crackers, trying to identify what creature each little cookie was (which is not as easy as one might imagine).

Emmit found a camel and ran over to Nathan to show it off.

He said, "Look, Dad! I found a camelope".

Here's How To Get 'Em To Sleep!

So, we're on night two without Daddy. The kidlets have been up past midnight both nights! Well, Mommy's tired! I've begged; I've pleaded; and I've resorted to this...

Okay, folks. I'm only kidding! No need to call CPS! Evie got mad b/c I wouldn't let her have a full cup to take to bed, so I stopped the tears by telling her she could drink her sip of TEA in a "date glass" (that's what Emmit calls them). They even did a toast..."CHEERS"!

The Lastest Funny From Emmit

It's been almost a week since he said this the first time, so I better blog it before I forget it.

Monday morning, we realized that it takes a bit longer to get 3 kids ready than 2. At 8:50 AM, Nathan called the pediatrician's office to make Emory's appointment for a weight & bilirubin check and was told "you have to be here before 10".

{cue circus music}

We got everyone dressed & ready, but there was no time to sit down and eat breakfast. The on-the-go solution: a bag of dry cereal (Cookie Crisp) & a cup of something to drink. Really, it was the only choice.

So, we loaded everyone up (which took a long time because the big kids are on the backseat & I couldn't help get them in) and headed out, knowing we probably weren't going to make it. I was stressed; Nate was stressed; the kids...well, they were just being themselves, which became apparent when Emmit said:

"Momma, I saw on TV that girls like chocolate. You want some of the chocolate out of my little cookie?"

C-section + uncontrollable laughter = pain

Side note: we pulled in the parking lot at 10:01. The doc still saw us.

e3 Has Arrived! It's a...

BOY!!!!!

You'll have to excuse the late blog. Apparently too many hospital workers like MySpace, so it was blocked by the network. Not sure why that other site worked (cough: Facebook), but whatever.

So, here's the story (excuse any typos please...I'm tired)...

Short version:
Emory Wyatt
1-22-09, 4:08 PM
8lbs 5.4oz, 20 3/4" long
born via repeat c-section after stalled VBAC

Full version:
Wednesday at my 39.5 week appointment, we were excited to see that my contractions were finally using their powers for something other than making me hurt. I was dilated to 3 & 80% effaced. So, my OB felt like we could go ahead and schedule a slow induction for the next day.

As most of you know, Evie was born via scary c-section in February '06, but instead of voluntarily going under the knife again, I found a doc who would be willing (and supportive) of my trying for a vaginal birth after cesarean (which will be referred to as VBAC from this moment forward). Seeing as I had the previous c-section, there were a few slight risks in doing a VBAC, but the benefits of a successful one outweighed the small risk involved & the recovery from major abdominal surgery.

Thursday morning bright & early, I called the hospital to make sure they had a bed available & was told to come on up. Nathan & I arrived just before 6AM, finished up the paperwork, and went upstairs. By 6:30, we were ready to start. At 6:38AM, they started my slow IV drip of Pitocin. The plan was to increase it very gradually throughout the day, all while monitoring mom & baby for signs of distress.

At 7:25 AM, my OB arrived to rupture my bag of waters (a.k.a. "OMG! My water broke!"). Think big crochet hook... And boy, was that a tough bag to break. It took at least 3 times to get it to break (I lost count).

By 9:30 AM, I was contracting nicely & was dilated to 5! Everything was looking great! Baby's heart beat was nice & steady, even with contractions. At this point, I decided enough was enough, and it was time to call in the big dog for my epidural cocktail. My OB & I had already decided that the epi should be in place anyway in case we did have to rush to surgery (the alternative in an emergency is to knock mom out & whisk baby away).

Well, after the epi, there's no getting out of bed. They made me lay on my side to try to get our super flipper positioned correctly (we knew the baby was facing up towards the sky or to either side instead of facing my back). But when I laid on my side, that made monitoring the strength of the contractions nearly impossible. So at 10:30, they placed an internal monitor on baby's head to monitor the stress the contractions were putting on baby/me.

By 1:30, I was 7-8cm dilated (they like to stretch stuff) and getting excited. Everyone says it goes quickly from 7. By 2:15, I was still there. And by 3...yeah...still there. I had already asked for them to give me some more epi b/c, while my pelvic area & legs were completely numb, I could feel everything in my stomach.

Well, the doc came in right at this time (just at 3PM). She decided to check baby's position again and found that baby was in a very weird position and could already feel a pretty bad cone head. We talked & she decided to try to turn the baby to face the back. So, for 15 minutes, there was an arm rammed inside of me trying to get a stubborn stuck kid to turn (yeah...thank God the epidural was still working somewhat). By 3:15, it was clear that the baby wasn't budging. And since his head wasn't putting proper pressure on my cervix, dilating past 8 wasn't going to happen. At that point, she said she was gonna have to pull the plug & take the baby.

Yes, there were a few tears, but I was okay with it as long as baby was out safely.

My parents had just arrived with e1 & e2, so they were there when the decision was made (just like when it was made to take Evie...weird). So, my mom & Nathan suited up, and my dad took the little kids to the waiting room.

We arrived in the OR shortly, and the cutting began. Everything was calm (unlike with Evie), so we were definitely more relaxed. The OB kept leaning over my drape to tell me what was going on, and I'll never forget her face when she leaned over and said "This baby is looking straight up at me!" (before they got baby out).

Proud poppa was the first to realized & say "It's A Boy!" followed closely by the doc & the roomful of nurses. He was crying before they even got his body out. And as soon as they pulled him out, he peed! LOL!

Then someone said, "OMG! He has shoulders like a linebacker!"
Yeah...that average 7.5 baby I was promised turned out to be 8lbs 5.4oz and was 20 3/4" long! Just for reference, my "big" baby was 7lbs 2oz! We were all stunned when we heard the word "eight".

He really was looking up!









Little dude was stuck sideways for quite a while!

Yet Another Emmit-ism

Tonight we went out for dinner, and Nathan & I were just making small talk while we were waiting for the waitress to bring our check. We were discussing a little issue we're having with a family member (family members - if you're thinking "OMG! I bet it's me", it's not).

Well, I made the comment that "I've bitten my tongue as long as I can", and Emmit says, "Is it bleeding?" LOL! The child is so literal.

Eviction Notice

To: The Child Currently Residing In The Womb With No View

To the above tenant in possession of below described premises:


I am issuing 13 days notice for EVICTION. You will have 13 days in which you can either gather your belongings and promptly vacate the premises, or wait until the final day, after which, you will be physically removed from the property.

You are being evicted due to breech of contract and destruction of property. Expansions only to the FRONT of the house, within reasonable limits, were discussed. Not only have these limits been exceeded, but additions to the back of the house were also made!

Remodeling and gutting of the home was never approved, nor was changing the initial layout and base structure. And due to property damage, there are now leaks in both the upper AND lower levels of the home. On top of which, the landlord has received numerous complaints about nightly disturbances.

After 13 days from this day that you don't comply with the notice will result in immediate and forceful removal at my discretion.

Thank you for your cooperation

Love,
Mommy