Baby #2 remains nameless. 21 weeks...nameless. 19 weeks to decide...tick, tock, tick, tock...
It's just so much pressure!! We knew Henry's name before he was even conceived. It has soooo much family significance, and for that reason (and the obvious cuteness factor) it was such an easy choice for us. I just knew from the moment I met Jared that I wanted to name our first son after him, and I have known forever that I wanted my first son to 'go by' the name of his great-grandfather (my grandfather), Henry. It was added bonus that Jared's grandfather was also a Henry, and he was also a person of enormous influence on Jared's life. Hence, Jared Henry Chesser.
Now, for this new sweet babe, we don't have a family name that we love (and, believe me, we've considered ALL of them)...we don't know his face, personality, etc...and we're just so 'guck.' We've thought we had it a few times, only for me to change my mind a few days later. Sometimes I just think we need to check into the hospital armed with our favorites, and once we see him, we can give him the name that seems to fit him the best. But, but, but...if we do that *sniff, sniff*, how will I satisfy my positively sinful love for all things monogrammed?? heehee. I kid, of course.
19 weeks...4 1/2 months...surely we can figure it out in that time...
Halloween pictures forthcoming...uploady wire missing...again.
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Sunday, November 1, 2009
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Lots of Kinds of Guck
The word of the week (or, more appropriately, the last 3 weeks): STUCK.
You cannot possibly imagine all of the ways a 1-year old can come up with to use this word everyday. First thing in the morning, usually around 7:30, we hear the H-man waking up on the monitor. He's learned that "mama" or "dada" will get us there pretty fast, but "guck" (stuck) is the magic word. A few weeks ago, his leg got "guck" between the crib rails, and since then, if "guck" echoes down the stairs...well, mommy sets world records to get to Henry and rescue him. Sad to say, I think he's caught on, and now I hear 'guck' waaaaaayyyyy more than I care to admit -- too bad he's too young to understand "The Boy Who Cried Wolf," because I could use it about now.
When we're driving through town, and little man is tired of sitting in his carseat, he hits me again with that sweet monosyllabic command that we've come to know so well -- "Guck." Yeah, sure you are.
Same thing with his high chair.
Same thing with, oh yeah, ANY place he's ready to be up/out/away from.
It is also not unusual for Henry's toys to get "guck," and if such a tragedy occurs, it must be instantly remedied by the closest grown-up. A toy being stuck is just very traumatic and worrying to our boy. His brow knits, his hands go up in desperation, he may cry...you get the idea. The toy that most often gets stuck is this mini-mag light flashlight that Jared gave him to play with last week. For whatever reason, darling boy likes to put the flashlight into this ball-popping toy which looks kind of like a hamster maze. Anyway, the flashlight can get down the first tube, but as soon as it tries to make a turn in there, it gets caught up..."guck," if you will. Who knew that the ONLY way to get that thing out is to flip the whole hamster maze upside down and bang it on the floor? Betcha didn't...and neither did I...but I do now.
The cozy coupe gets "guck" making tight turns, the wagon gets "guck" in a similar way, balls get "guck" when they go too far under the couch, and Elmo gets "guck" when Henry throws him into the bathtub and can't lean in to get him out. Zippers are always "guck" because he can't work them yet, shirts get "guck" on the melon-head as mommy tries to take them off everytime (this 'guck' is more muffled because it comes out from under the offending garment), and ears are most certainly "guck" to the side of one's head.
When H first wakes up in the morning, we love to bring him down into our bed to snuggle for a few minutes before we all really get going. This used to be a quick-get-under-the-covers-using-pillows-like-a-big-boy kind of experience. Now, it's all about how fast he can realize that he can get up from the pillow to walk and jump down to the end of the bed, stick one or both legs between the mattress and the footboard, and call out - through giggles - our new favorite word. You guessed it. "Guck."
On another subject, baby brother (who has yet to be given a name) is now coming up on his 18th week! I'm feeling so much better these days, and a little bit of my old energy and vigor has come back. Key words: a little bit. I have felt a good amount of movement this past week, and Jared has been able to feel some kicks from the outside too! So, that's really exciting for us. I have my 'big' ultrasound on the 19th, so please send lots of healthy prayers our way for that. Since we forego all prenatal testing, this will be our first look at anything potentially diagnostic. We have every reason to think that things will go well, but over the past few years, I have formed such full awareness of and appreciation for how fragile these little lives are - and what an enormous blessing it is to be given a healthy baby. How humbling that we would receive even one such blessing! So, the 19th...thank you in advance.
Back to names - we've got it narrowed down to about our Top 42, so I'll let you know when we work that out. We're just a little 'guck' at the moment. Hopefully, the next ultrasound will reveal a child that 'looks' like one of our faves.
This weekend, we're headed to Baton Rouge for the biggest college football game of the season!! Keep an eye on #97...Al Woods...that's my sister's boyfriend and one of Henry's biggest buddies! Geaux Tigers!!
You cannot possibly imagine all of the ways a 1-year old can come up with to use this word everyday. First thing in the morning, usually around 7:30, we hear the H-man waking up on the monitor. He's learned that "mama" or "dada" will get us there pretty fast, but "guck" (stuck) is the magic word. A few weeks ago, his leg got "guck" between the crib rails, and since then, if "guck" echoes down the stairs...well, mommy sets world records to get to Henry and rescue him. Sad to say, I think he's caught on, and now I hear 'guck' waaaaaayyyyy more than I care to admit -- too bad he's too young to understand "The Boy Who Cried Wolf," because I could use it about now.
When we're driving through town, and little man is tired of sitting in his carseat, he hits me again with that sweet monosyllabic command that we've come to know so well -- "Guck." Yeah, sure you are.
Same thing with his high chair.
Same thing with, oh yeah, ANY place he's ready to be up/out/away from.
It is also not unusual for Henry's toys to get "guck," and if such a tragedy occurs, it must be instantly remedied by the closest grown-up. A toy being stuck is just very traumatic and worrying to our boy. His brow knits, his hands go up in desperation, he may cry...you get the idea. The toy that most often gets stuck is this mini-mag light flashlight that Jared gave him to play with last week. For whatever reason, darling boy likes to put the flashlight into this ball-popping toy which looks kind of like a hamster maze. Anyway, the flashlight can get down the first tube, but as soon as it tries to make a turn in there, it gets caught up..."guck," if you will. Who knew that the ONLY way to get that thing out is to flip the whole hamster maze upside down and bang it on the floor? Betcha didn't...and neither did I...but I do now.
The cozy coupe gets "guck" making tight turns, the wagon gets "guck" in a similar way, balls get "guck" when they go too far under the couch, and Elmo gets "guck" when Henry throws him into the bathtub and can't lean in to get him out. Zippers are always "guck" because he can't work them yet, shirts get "guck" on the melon-head as mommy tries to take them off everytime (this 'guck' is more muffled because it comes out from under the offending garment), and ears are most certainly "guck" to the side of one's head.
When H first wakes up in the morning, we love to bring him down into our bed to snuggle for a few minutes before we all really get going. This used to be a quick-get-under-the-covers-using-pillows-like-a-big-boy kind of experience. Now, it's all about how fast he can realize that he can get up from the pillow to walk and jump down to the end of the bed, stick one or both legs between the mattress and the footboard, and call out - through giggles - our new favorite word. You guessed it. "Guck."
On another subject, baby brother (who has yet to be given a name) is now coming up on his 18th week! I'm feeling so much better these days, and a little bit of my old energy and vigor has come back. Key words: a little bit. I have felt a good amount of movement this past week, and Jared has been able to feel some kicks from the outside too! So, that's really exciting for us. I have my 'big' ultrasound on the 19th, so please send lots of healthy prayers our way for that. Since we forego all prenatal testing, this will be our first look at anything potentially diagnostic. We have every reason to think that things will go well, but over the past few years, I have formed such full awareness of and appreciation for how fragile these little lives are - and what an enormous blessing it is to be given a healthy baby. How humbling that we would receive even one such blessing! So, the 19th...thank you in advance.
Back to names - we've got it narrowed down to about our Top 42, so I'll let you know when we work that out. We're just a little 'guck' at the moment. Hopefully, the next ultrasound will reveal a child that 'looks' like one of our faves.
This weekend, we're headed to Baton Rouge for the biggest college football game of the season!! Keep an eye on #97...Al Woods...that's my sister's boyfriend and one of Henry's biggest buddies! Geaux Tigers!!
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Ugh...so frustrating.
There's no nice way to say this.
While I generally don't mind being pregnant, I hate being this particular number of weeks pregnant. Why, you ask. Well, let me just tell you.
When I am 16 weeks pregnant, I do not look pregnant. I look chubby. And, needless to say, I hate that.
My normal clothes don't fit anymore, but my maternity clothes are still way too big. I want to buy new (smaller) maternity clothes, but I don't really want to spend a lot of $$ on things that I'll be grown out of in another month. So, I've tried to force it a little too long in my pre-pregnancy clothes...only leaving me feeling chubbier and more disheveled than I already feel anyway as the rarely-showered, never-ironed, often-t-shirted mom of a 1-year old. Ugh. Where, oh where, is my personal assistant when I need one most??
Presently, my shirts that still kind of fit are becoming increasingly snug across the bust and showing far too much midriff (said: any at all) for my taste. It's weird...before they become tight in the belly, they rise up on the love handles. Ewwww. My pants are totally out of the question...except for my trusty age-old fat jeans, the button of which may or may not now be secured with a rubber band for some added stretch. Nice, I know.
So, today, I got ambitious (and slightly crazed) and let the thought cross my mind that I could drive on over to my local maternity shop to remedy this growing wardrobe malfunction. But, alas, Henry only allowed 15 minutes of hanger-browsing and 5 minutes of fitting room before he loudly announced his displeasure with the entire operation. I did find a few tops, which was good.....but the jeans/pants/skirts were a no-go because I couldn't try on any bottoms in the crowded fitting room. It was crowded because Henry's stroller was taking up all but the one square foot I used for shirt try-ons, of course. I heart motherhood...no really, I do.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to put on one of my cute new tops with my old trusty jeans for Jared to come home to...let's just hope he doesn't notice the rubber band holding those bad boys together.
While I generally don't mind being pregnant, I hate being this particular number of weeks pregnant. Why, you ask. Well, let me just tell you.
When I am 16 weeks pregnant, I do not look pregnant. I look chubby. And, needless to say, I hate that.
My normal clothes don't fit anymore, but my maternity clothes are still way too big. I want to buy new (smaller) maternity clothes, but I don't really want to spend a lot of $$ on things that I'll be grown out of in another month. So, I've tried to force it a little too long in my pre-pregnancy clothes...only leaving me feeling chubbier and more disheveled than I already feel anyway as the rarely-showered, never-ironed, often-t-shirted mom of a 1-year old. Ugh. Where, oh where, is my personal assistant when I need one most??
Presently, my shirts that still kind of fit are becoming increasingly snug across the bust and showing far too much midriff (said: any at all) for my taste. It's weird...before they become tight in the belly, they rise up on the love handles. Ewwww. My pants are totally out of the question...except for my trusty age-old fat jeans, the button of which may or may not now be secured with a rubber band for some added stretch. Nice, I know.
So, today, I got ambitious (and slightly crazed) and let the thought cross my mind that I could drive on over to my local maternity shop to remedy this growing wardrobe malfunction. But, alas, Henry only allowed 15 minutes of hanger-browsing and 5 minutes of fitting room before he loudly announced his displeasure with the entire operation. I did find a few tops, which was good.....but the jeans/pants/skirts were a no-go because I couldn't try on any bottoms in the crowded fitting room. It was crowded because Henry's stroller was taking up all but the one square foot I used for shirt try-ons, of course. I heart motherhood...no really, I do.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to put on one of my cute new tops with my old trusty jeans for Jared to come home to...let's just hope he doesn't notice the rubber band holding those bad boys together.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
It's a BOY!!!
We are delighted to share with all of you that Henry is going to have a baby brother in the spring!! I had an ultrasound yesterday during my 15-week check-up, and lo and behold, #2 went right on ahead and showed us the goods! Everything (boy parts and otherwise) looked just perfect, and we'll go back in 4 weeks for the big, thorough ultrasound. This baby likes to turn flips and suck his thumb...unlike big brother who really just liked to use my insides as his personal punching bag. We did get a 3D image, and his little face is just so sweet. He has a very defined nose/mouth/chin, and something about him just LOOKS like a little brother. I'll try to scan the photo and post it soon so y'all can see what I mean.
Anyway, as you probably could have guessed, we are thrilled to welcome another boy into our family and have been carrying on since we found out about how much fun these two yahoos are going to have together. We are especially looking forward to football seasons, flashlit adventures, fishing expeditions, family photos (this is mine more than Jared's...can you say matching john-johns?!?!), Christmas '11, and well, just a lifetime of brother-ly-ness. There is nothing in the world like the bond between brothers, and I hope that we do a good job nurturing that in them.
We do not have any names picked out yet, but we are hoping to find something with family significance that 'goes' with Henry. Suggestions welcome.
Thanks for checking in with us, and I promise to post that sweet baby bubber face asap!
Anyway, as you probably could have guessed, we are thrilled to welcome another boy into our family and have been carrying on since we found out about how much fun these two yahoos are going to have together. We are especially looking forward to football seasons, flashlit adventures, fishing expeditions, family photos (this is mine more than Jared's...can you say matching john-johns?!?!), Christmas '11, and well, just a lifetime of brother-ly-ness. There is nothing in the world like the bond between brothers, and I hope that we do a good job nurturing that in them.
We do not have any names picked out yet, but we are hoping to find something with family significance that 'goes' with Henry. Suggestions welcome.
Thanks for checking in with us, and I promise to post that sweet baby bubber face asap!
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Blessed again!!
Did I tell you this was a whirlwind adventure, or did I tell you?!?!
As it turns out, all of this fatigue, heartburn, inability to blog, and emotional-ness wasn't just staying up too late (again), the BBQ we ate too much of (again), my incessant writer's block, or my nostalgic nature rearing its ugly head, respectively. Nope, not at all. In fact, there is a much more obvious and fun explanation for all of it.
The explanation looks a little something like this right now..jpg)
But, hold on, I don't want anyone to be fooled by how tiny this sweet thing is. That "sweet" thing packs a MEAN punch, and I am admittedly down for the count and have been for awhile now. I am 7 weeks along, and we've been given a March 17th due date. That may change slightly after a re-measure ultrasound next month. Don't we know our dates, you ask?? Well, no, not exactly. This happened on our very first month off of b.c. and nursing, so all we have to go by are measurements and the dates of our first positive hpt. If this still doesn't make sense to you and you are curious, please email me and I'll explain the nitty gritty of it there.
Anyway, Jared and I are thrilled beyond measure about the new addition to our family. We can't say for sure how Henry is doing with it, because he is teething and got shots this week so we're a little bit afraid to go near him...let alone shatter his plan for world/home domination. hehee. I know he's going to be a wonderful big brother, though, and I can't wait for the two of them to play together and love on each other like only siblings can.
We have absolutely no preference for a boy or a girl. Brothers less than 2 years apart would be so special, and by that same token, having one of each would be a lot of fun too. So, our only real hope is that this babe is as healthy and vibrant as humanly possible.
Thank you for all of your well-wishes and support during this beautiful time for our family.
In other news, Henry went to the doctor for his 1-year well baby appointment today. He is still a hoss. He weighs 27 pounds and is 32 inches long, which puts him above the 97th percentile in both categories. The pede said that his gums look terribly swollen right now and that we can anticipate all four molars to come through in the next week or so. One of his gums looks like a volcano about to erupt, so I'm guessing that one will be through today or tomorrow. He is really miserable with this round of teething - whimpering in his sleep all night and during naps and crying much of the time he is awake. Motrin is doing very little to comfort him either. It is so very sad to see him like this.
So, anyway, we're hunkering down and riding out this molar madness and morning sickness as best we can for the next few days/weeks (said: lots of Sesame Street, extra milk bottles, and lolling about). Wish us luck!!
I'll be back to regular blogging as soon as possible.
As it turns out, all of this fatigue, heartburn, inability to blog, and emotional-ness wasn't just staying up too late (again), the BBQ we ate too much of (again), my incessant writer's block, or my nostalgic nature rearing its ugly head, respectively. Nope, not at all. In fact, there is a much more obvious and fun explanation for all of it.
The explanation looks a little something like this right now.
But, hold on, I don't want anyone to be fooled by how tiny this sweet thing is. That "sweet" thing packs a MEAN punch, and I am admittedly down for the count and have been for awhile now. I am 7 weeks along, and we've been given a March 17th due date. That may change slightly after a re-measure ultrasound next month. Don't we know our dates, you ask?? Well, no, not exactly. This happened on our very first month off of b.c. and nursing, so all we have to go by are measurements and the dates of our first positive hpt. If this still doesn't make sense to you and you are curious, please email me and I'll explain the nitty gritty of it there.Anyway, Jared and I are thrilled beyond measure about the new addition to our family. We can't say for sure how Henry is doing with it, because he is teething and got shots this week so we're a little bit afraid to go near him...let alone shatter his plan for world/home domination. hehee. I know he's going to be a wonderful big brother, though, and I can't wait for the two of them to play together and love on each other like only siblings can.
We have absolutely no preference for a boy or a girl. Brothers less than 2 years apart would be so special, and by that same token, having one of each would be a lot of fun too. So, our only real hope is that this babe is as healthy and vibrant as humanly possible.
Thank you for all of your well-wishes and support during this beautiful time for our family.
In other news, Henry went to the doctor for his 1-year well baby appointment today. He is still a hoss. He weighs 27 pounds and is 32 inches long, which puts him above the 97th percentile in both categories. The pede said that his gums look terribly swollen right now and that we can anticipate all four molars to come through in the next week or so. One of his gums looks like a volcano about to erupt, so I'm guessing that one will be through today or tomorrow. He is really miserable with this round of teething - whimpering in his sleep all night and during naps and crying much of the time he is awake. Motrin is doing very little to comfort him either. It is so very sad to see him like this.
So, anyway, we're hunkering down and riding out this molar madness and morning sickness as best we can for the next few days/weeks (said: lots of Sesame Street, extra milk bottles, and lolling about). Wish us luck!!
I'll be back to regular blogging as soon as possible.