Cute Baby, Not So Cute Mama

Titan is still tiny and fun, we are living it up. Last Sunday I lost all feeling in the left side of my face...Bell's Palsy = meds and hopfully fixed within 2 months. Meanwhile we have fun with TwoFace from Batman jokes and Mike asking if I am really laughing or mocking him. Everyone doing well. Bla Bla Bla the pictures.

Weight Loss Program :)

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Titan was born early Wed. morning. 8lbs (3 weeks early) We have been having so much fun and Maximus seems to do pretty well around him. Certainly more pictures to follow... he is very handsome.

WAHOO!
C

Like Christmas Morning

Yes, that is Maximus in the picture, not Titan, but double it and you get the idea.

Bed rest = no photo shoot.

After weeks of bed rest, being completely miserable/worried, and driving everyone crazy, there is a light at the end of the tunnel. Up until yesterday it was: "hang in there for a few more weeks", "there is nothing we will do about the fact that you head is going to explode from high blood pressure just lay down", etc... I don't think I have ever prayed for the same thing more times in a row than for this all to end well and soon.

Angry and at my wits end last night I told myself I was just going to have to accept that although I 100% disagree with the medical decision of keeping me on the line of certain death for every day they possibly can now that I am full term that I was just going to have to hope to go into labor before this boy is bigger than me.

The positive thinking paid off or God just likes me and this morning the Doctor called me. He had been thinking more about my situation and feels that by Wed. we should probably bring the baby. I don't know who is more relieved me or Mike who I think keeps putting off laundry hoping I will be able to do it soon.

Wahoo!

The soon to be much thinner and hopefully feeling better Claar +1

Already Like Me

It is no secret that I am a sucker for attention so I should not be surprized that Titan (although unwilling to make an appearance yet) has landed me on bedrest. So we spend a lot of quality time together, watching/feeling his gymnastics and he gets to hear my theories on when he should come see us all.

I decided to take all the whining and swearing out of this post so don't be mistaken that this is a walk in the park... it could just be worse. And don't get me going about Big Dumb Idiot (the nurse I have chosen to blame everything on).

Thank you to those watching Maximus and me.

C

Last Pint of Beans

As Mike and I cooked up a Sunday dinner for our parents this week I pulled the last two pints of beans I was left with from my Grandma Jackman. Yes, the best home grown and bottled green beans, the staple of the best Sunday dinners throughout my life, and likely the #1 reason my husband would do anything to get into the Jackman family I held the last of in my hands.

Call it being a woman or just so so pregnant I stood in the kitchen and balled for a few minutes. It has been 6 months since my Grandma died and although I was so happy to see her move on from a body that no longer kept up with her, it is never easy to see one of the good ones go.

To a grandmother that I love,

an example I will never forget,

and a friend that I miss;

thank you once again for a great Sunday dinner.

Hurricane Maximus

Maxx is typically pretty mild when it comes to mess making... a few of his utensils here and there or a pile of 4 books stacked where they don't go. Today something else possessed this kid. He started with a basket of clean clothes all over my room, then moved on to digging the dirt out of the one plant I have managed to keep alive, then onto scattering all the receipts from last year's taxes (gosh dang opposable thumbs he can open anything), and then topped it off in his room by flipping up the mattress on his toddler bed, dumping out Mr. Potato head and all accessories, and pulling all of his clothes out of their baskets and throwing them around the room. I am tired just having typed it and I haven't even gotten to the usual fruit on the floor under his high chair. Maybe if I cry Mike will help me pick it all up, however the last time even a 10th of this happened he joked he was going to hire a babysitter while I was with him during the day. One thing is for sure, if he wants attention he sure makes it hard to ignore him. :)

Path of destruction almost as wide as I am right now.
C

The Best Form of Flattery

It is not uncommon for Maximus to sport his dad's hat or tie, but I guess he thought it only fair to copy mom too.