New and Impoved

Welcome to the "new" old blog.  About the only thing that is new is the title and the number of handsome boys you will get to see.  As most of you know, Asher Neal joined our family on December 8 at 11:39 am.  I was scheduled to be induced the following morning, but Mr. Asher had other plans.  I was only in labor for about four hours from beginning to end and I had the perfect delivery I had wanted with Max but did not get for various reasons.  We were released the next day as soon as Asher's PKU test was conducted and we are now focusing on finding balance and sleep in our new situation.  Max seems to be adjusting well, but I am afraid that will change after all of our family leaves after the holidays and it is just us again.  However, I know we will eventually hit our stride and things will begin to feel normal.

 Our first family photo!

Already has daddy wrapped around his finger.

 Max meeting his baby brother for the first time.  Asher was still in the warmer so Max could't hold him just yet.

 "Mama he's so little and cute!"

 Getting ready to go home.  This was the same outfit in which we brought Maxwell home from the hospital.

 Max rocked Asher as soon as we put him in the seat.  He is a good helper.

 Ready to go!

 Our first night home.  This is how Max slept, in a short sleeved onesie and his swaddling blanket.  Anything past that and he would wake up sweating!  Asher is the opposite.  He needs at least 4 layers at night to sleep well.  They are already acting opposite of one another!

 We are so fortunate that Grandma and Grandpa are here.  They not only entertain Max and ride him around town, but they have taken care of me and let me get much needed rest.  Can't thank them enough!

Videos from the pumpkin patch

Here is everyone struggling to walk in the angled house.  The kids seemed to adjust much easier than the rest of us.

Another bumpy ride Jelly and I avoided.  The kids loved it!

Back Home in Omaha Part 2

For those of you waiting on pins and needles... I bring you part 2 of our trip home to Omaha.  It was another busy and fun filled day with our friends, this time at a pumpkin patch.  A real one, not like the ones here in Waco where they buy pumpkins at the store and then set them around on a few bales of hay.  The kids had so much fun playing and the place was virtually empty so we had it all to ourselves.  

Max, Adi and Evie are petting the miniature donkey and her foal.

Oh my!  They had one of those houses built at an angle that messes with your equilibrium.  I stepped inside, started downhill, and gained enough momentum that Curtis had to catch me.  After that I just peeked in from the doorway. 

Weird!!!!

Corn pool!  The kids played in here most of the day.  Who knew dried corm was so much fun?

Tiffani and Embry

Time for a hayride.  I decided the bumps may be a little too much for me and Jelly.

Beautiful Nebraska!

My belly is getting out there.  I would probably reach the one foot mark right now though.

Mini train pulled by a small tractor.

Evie, Adi, Max and Nola posing for pictures.  Wish we could go back every fall and retake this picture.

Such a fun day with great friends!

National Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Day

Did you know?  Apparently every October 15th women and families across the country take time to remember the tiny lives with which they were so briefly graced.  Up until last year I, like most people, had no idea a day like this even existed.  Why would I know or need to know?  We were happy and blessed with Maxwell and while my mom was lost to cancer, I never in my wildest dreams though I might lose a baby too.  But we did... sweet girl, and Max's baby sister.  I always thought that if a pregnancy lasted through the first trimester, we in the clear.  How very naive I once was, and wish with my heart I could be again.

So today I am taking the time to write this post and acknowledge not only my daughter, but the lives of nieces and nephews, cousins and friends that we will not know on this earth.  I foolishly thought today that I might be able to look at the pictures my dear friend Rachel took of our baby girl, but just taking the CD off the shelf and seeing the label "Nona's Girl" brought me to tears.  It has been a year and a month since I held her, and my heart still breaks to remember those precious few minutes.  Someday I will be strong enough to put the CD in the computer and look at her face once more.  Someday I will hold the blanket my dear friends lovingly wrapped her in so Curtis and I would not have to look at her disfigured abdomen.  Someday we will return to Florida and release her ashes on the same beach where my mom's ashes were lovingly spread.  Someday, but just not today.

I will acknowledge that much as been learned and I have grown in compassion since losing my daughter.  I have met some wonderful families who have also lost their babies, and while I hate the circumstances that brought us together, I cherish the time spent lifting each other up.  Knowing each of them, I know that Nona's girl is in good company.  Plus she has her Nona to love her... Other than God's love, it doesn't get any better than that!  And while my daughter's body was broken, I know her spirit is perfect and I look forward to the day that I will reunite with and know her.

On a happy note, her baby brother is doing just fine and is due to make his appearance in early December.  I have worked hard to not take this new life, given to me by God, for granted in any way.  Yes, I am big and uncomfortable, but that means he is growing strong.  Yes, I have difficulty sleeping at night because he decides to do fetal aerobics at 4:00 in the morning, but that means his body is able.  And yes I have not been able to do as much with Max as I normally do, but soon he will have a baby brother and best friend for the rest of his life.

I am sorry for the departure from the normal content of my blog, but it is her blog too.  It was designed to chronicle the lives of our children, so she has a place here too.  Just know that if you are reading this and you have lost a baby, the tears I have cried and will cry today are shared with you.

 

Back home in Omaha part 1

Curtis and I lived in Omaha while he was in dental school at Creighton, and I still think of Omaha as our first "home".  We owned our first house there, had school and jobs, and some of the best friends.  An added bonus of living there was going to the College World Series every year.  It was a magical time of year in the city and we loved going to the games and enjoying the atmosphere.  At the time, there was a song that played at the games and on the televised feed that sang about being "Back Home in Omaha".  Well that song plays though my head whenever we get back there, although it is no longer used and Rosenblatt is all but gone.  The city built a new stadium and the Blatt has been reduced to a memorial type attraction.  We did stop by to pay our fondest respects.  Many an afternoon and evening were spent there watching great baseball.

The last time we were in Omaha, I was 6 or 7 weeks pregnant with Maxwell, so it had been a little over 4 years since visiting last.  We always marvel about how much has changed, and yet how familiar it all seems.  We tried to hit all the thing we loved to do while in Omaha, and we added a couple of new things to the list as well.  Our friends Maggie and Scott were sweet to let us stay at their house and their girls Adi and Evie became instant friends for Max.  

   

The Rosenblatt memorial is conveniently located across the parking lot from the Henry Doorly Zoo.  We didn't go there too often when we lived in Omaha, but it was nice to take Max and share in some of the memories we had from our occasional outings there.  It has changed quite a bit from when we left, but some of the attractions are still the same.  The Desert Dome had just been finished right before we left town, but only half of it was opened at the time.  It was neat to go back and see it completed.  We had to cut it a little short as Max was in need of a nap and it was pouring rain in the afternoon.  However, we did get to meet up with Tiffani and her two youngest for a couple of hours.  It was great to see them again.

Max is obsessed with bones so he wanted me to take a picture of the beetles and the skulls they have cleaned.

This ape was showing us his best side.

The gorilla exhibit is huge compared to what it used to be when we were there.  However, in the grand tradition of gorillas they completely ignored everyone that walked by them.

The aquarium is still the same and still awesome.  Always a favorite!

A kid after my own heart... while most kids love the penguins or sharks, Max gravitates towards thinks like the jellies.  I always love the nautilus display, which was no longer there. 

Max and Nola, his "zoo buddy".

That night following a nap, Maggie and Scott hosted a get-together and invited some of out friends that still live in the Omaha area.  I was so excited to see everyone and play catch up on our busy lives.  One of our favorite families there are the Whites.  Jeremy and I worked on our Master's degree at the same time and he met Karrie towards the end of our program.  She was pregnant with their twins on our last visit, and we were due around the same time.  The twins were born a couple of week early, but they are all really close in age.  I have a feeling that if we had more time together Max and Sam would be good buddies.

Jeremy and Marlee

Karrie and Sam

This ended our first full day in Omaha.  It was exhausting, but oh so much fun!  More about or trip to follow soon!

August-September... Busy, busy months

Hello to anyone who might read this after a good month or so of nothingness.  The last couple of months have been busy, but really not too much that is newsworthy.  That has been changing over the last few weeks and we have a lot of events coming up, so I am hoping to have more to blog about soon.

Max has started pre-school, and he is attending two different programs.  It is a little confusing for him and every morning he asks me, "Momma, which school am I going to today?".  Poor kiddo.  However there are things that he loves about both programs and seems very happy attending them.  I do think Montessori has an edge over Harris Creek.  He loves doing "Challenging Works" because he gets to ring the bell and invite his friends to all come and look at his work.  Montessori also stresses independence which is great for us, especially with the big changes coming in a few weeks.  He always whines a little about PDO at Harris Creek because they lay down and have quiet time for about 15 minutes after lunch.  Sounds pleasant to me, but he does not like to slow down!  Here is a random assortment of pictures from the last couple of months.

Hmmm... I'm not exactly sure what to say about this look.

We bought a baseball glove and ball so Max can learn to catch.  He does pretty well, but his fingers are too short to really work the glove yet.  It takes more skill on our part to toss the ball directly in the glove.

Great Catch!

First day of Montessori and all smiles!

Max and Eli on the first morning.  I couldn't get both of them to look at the same time... too much distraction.

I heard that Roger Federer began his tennis career in the exact same way.  I WISH!

Taking apart an old computer of ours.  He reminds me of his Papa here.