An Announcement

We’ve actually known this since before we left for Washington back in March, but wanted to keep it to ourselves for a while.  A long while.  Like longer than anyone else I know has ever kept a secret like this.  Anyway, Paul and I are expecting a baby girl in November!  Her due date is November 15, and we chose the name Annabeth Rachael for her after Paul’s Aunt Annie and my cousin Renee who passed away in a car wreck and friend Rachel who passed away from Hodgkin’s Lymphoma.  We’re very excited about the new addition, but not so excited about the money she is going to cost over the years!

If you know me well, or saw previous posts about Jonathan on this blog, I have PCOS, and it took us four years and two rounds of Clomid to conceive Jonathan.  Ever since having him, my cycles have been somewhat regular, but very long (48 days on average).  I went to infertility here, and they wanted Paul to do all the tests again, which, of course, made him angry, so we said, “Fuck it,” and decided to try to conceive naturally first.  So I bought a pack of 100 ovulation tests and 20 pregnancy tests off of Amazon.  We managed to conceive the very first month we tried!  Nine days later I woke up with my mouth tasting like I had been chewing on pennies all night.  I looked it up, and was reminded that this was a normal pregnancy symptom, so I took a pregnancy test and got the faintest positive line, which got darker over the next three days, so that confirmed it!  We went to Washington, enjoyed ourselves, and when we got back I went in to get the official pregnancy test done at the clinic to get the ball rolling on doctor’s appointments and all that fun stuff.

My first trimester was pretty much the same as it was with Jonathan.  Any nausea I had only came at night, and nothing really sounded appetizing, but I ate anyway because I had to.  I never threw up, but gagged a lot.  I felt Annabeth for the first time at nine weeks, but I wasn’t 100% sure until we went to my 12-week appointment.  The midwife was having problems finding the heartbeat with the Doppler (she found the umbilical cord just fine), so they did a quick ultrasound, and found her exactly where I was feeling the movement!  She was moving around like crazy, and that was the first time that it really hit home that I was pregnant.

Since we have Tricare as our medical coverage, I’ll talk about our experiences at Tripler.  I delivered with the midwife team at Madigan when I had Jonathan, and I was thrilled with the entire experience.  The only issue I had was in recovery and it was with one of the nurses who was very pushy about breastfeeding and didn’t perform her job the way she was supposed to.  So, naturally, I wanted to be seen by midwives here at Tripler, as well.  They initially told me that my BMI was too high to be in the midwife program, which I found odd because I’m only 6 lbs. heavier than my prepregnancy weight with Jonathan.  Anyway, come to find out that I was fine when I went in for my 16-week appointment, and that I was indeed accepted into the midwife program, and ever since then I’ve had nothing but great care.

The second trimester is going well, and I now feel her every day.  I started seeing and feeling movement outside about a week and a half ago, and this is the part of pregnancy that I love…just sitting on the couch with my shirt hiked up, watching my belly move around!  The anatomy scan went well.  I apparently have an anterior placenta, but I never would have known because I don’t notice any difference in movement from when I was pregnant with Jonathan.  Here are a couple of pictures from the anatomy scan:

Profile, and showing off the goods!

Profile, and showing off the goods!

I am now 24 weeks along (only 16 weeks left!), and we just made the announcement to the world on Friday.  We had to send out pregnancy announcements to Paul’s brother, sisters, uncle, step-grandma, and mom, and to my aunts, grandparents, and my parents.  (My parents and Paul’s mom have known since I hit 12 weeks, we just wanted to wait a little longer for the rest.)  Speaking of announcements, I can’t even begin to describe how much I love Tiny Prints.  They do such high quality work, and I always love the options available to us.  I did a little mini-shoot with Jonathan using a pair of sandals we bought for Annabeth, and they’re not the best pictures I’ve ever taken, but they conveyed the message well!

Here’s the front of the card:


And the back of the card (my favorite because I imagine Jonathan thinking, “Oh, no!  Not a sister!”):

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So everything has been very uneventful so far, which is exactly how I like pregnancies to be!  More updates are sure to follow!

In Which I Never Get What I Want

I’m not going to beat around the bush here.  I come from a strong tradition of women buying shit off of infomercials at all hours of the night.  My mom regularly wakes my dad up at 3 in the morning to call an infomercial number because she absolutely HAS to have this item.  QVC has always been the bane of my dad’s existence, too.  So all of this informs the conversation I just had with my husband.

Paul likes to watch the Food Network.  To the point that if I never see another Food Network show again, I think I could die happy.  We have DirecTV, and since everything we get is on the East Coast feed, everything is six hours ahead of us.  So we get infomercials right after we put Jonathan to bed.

Well.  Tonight there was this amazing infomercial for the Shark Steam and Spray Mop.  I have never wanted anything so badly in my entire life.  Only five payments of $29.95!  You get their little vacuum thingie that picks up macaroni off the floor and a YEAR’S WORTH of their cleaning solution for absolutely FREE!  Dear God, where do I sign up?!

So, of course, I start musing to myself out loud.  “I could really use a steam mop.  We have a Swiffer Wet Jet, but look at that demonstration.  It doesn’t pick up nearly as much as that steam mop does.”

I turn to Paul, “Babe, we need this.  Are you going to get mad if I buy it?”  He rolls his eyes at me, “We really can’t afford that right now.”

I say, “You’re right, I can wait.”


He’s getting ready for bed, and he tells me that one of the reasons why he’s so tired right at this very moment is because, “It’s taking all my energy to keep you from buying a Shark Steam Mop.”  I laugh because he obviously doesn’t know the severity of this situation.  The website is open on my browser.  I am ready to do this shit.  But he’s still looking at me like I’m crazy.  As he heads off to bed, he says, “I’m going to bed, and there better not be a fucking Shark Steam Mop on our doorstep in 6-8 weeks.”

*sigh*  I never get what I want.

Toddler Bed Sleep Training: The End and Talking

Man, I really hope any future kids we have are as easy to sleep train as Jonathan has been.  We finally just turned the doorknob around to his room so we could lock it from the outside, and voila.  The past two nights he fell asleep in 20 minutes and 5 minutes, respectively.  Today, I put him down for his nap, and he cried while I was tucking him in, but as soon as I closed the door and locked it, he instantly quieted down, and fell asleep.

So if you’re here looking for advice on transitioning to a toddler bed, I guess I don’t have much to say other than childproof everything in the room (as in, take out everything that the kid can throw around or empty onto the floor), lock the door from the outside, and do something similar to Ferber in waiting for prescribed intervals before going in and putting them back in their bed.  I expected much more excitement and frustration with this, but Jonathan wants to clear his terrorist name, apparently…or likes making me look like a liar!

In other news, Jonathan is starting to talk way more.  We read “Goodnight Moon” every night, and he started pointing to different things in the color pictures so I’ll tell him what they are.  Out of the blue, he started saying “brush,” “comb,” “shhh,” and “clock.”  So I guess I don’t have to worry about his vocabulary because it’s getting there!  I’m sure that once he hits 2 years old, it’s going to be on!

I also completely forgot about this picture that I took of him a few weeks ago.  We bought sunglasses for him while we were still in WA, but he wasn’t quite ready to keep them on his face yet.  Now he likes to play with them inside the house.  What a cool little dude!

He wears his sunglasses at night...

He wears his sunglasses at night…

Toddler Bed Sleep Training: The Beginning

As I have mentioned recently, Jonathan has figured out how to climb out of his crib all the time.  We had to lay on the floor next to him to physically hold one of his feet to keep him from climbing out of the crib for both his naps and bedtime, and, in his excitement to get out of his crib, he was starting to take 45 minute naps and waking up between 0630 and 0700, much to my dismay because that’s just too damn early for me.  Well, we finally got Jonathan a toddler bed, new Monsters University sheets because that’s what he’s into right now, and we’ve started the process of training him to sleep in his toddler bed.

The first day was this past Sunday, and it was horrible.  I had to physically hold him down on the bed while he cried his little heart out, and then he finally fell asleep, but only slept for half an hour before reveling in his newfound freedom, jumping out of bed, and running down the hallway.  He was still so obviously tired, though, so I put him in our bed and took a nap with him.  That night it took two hours to get him to fall asleep, and he woke up an hour after falling asleep and again at 0400, and wouldn’t settle again, so after Paul went to work, I brought him to bed with me, and we both slept until 0800.

Yesterday was slightly better.  He still had no desire to nap in his bed, so we ended up napping together, and then I had Paul put him to bed.  I went up with him, did our normal bedtime routine, kissed him goodnight, and left, and all Paul had to do was rub his back a little to calm him down, he tossed and turned to get comfortable, and fell right asleep.  But the best part is that he fell asleep at a normal time!  He woke up an hour after going to bed, and I just went in, and he climbed right back in bed, got comfortable, and fell asleep again.  He woke up again around 0030, and put himself back to sleep, and again at 0130, and I went in, he got comfortable, and went back to sleep, so I’m calling that progress.  When he woke up at 0730, I praised him profusely for being such a big boy and sleeping in his bed all night.

Today was even better.  I took him up for his nap, and he wanted to play, so I sat outside his room and held his door closed, let him cry for a little bit, and when I went back in, he realized I meant business, so he got back in bed, and fell asleep.  I managed to get a picture of it, too:

So cute when he's sleeping.

So cute when he’s sleeping.

He slept for about 45 minutes, and woke up.  I tried to bring him to bed with me, but he didn’t want to fall asleep again, so I guess he was done with naptime.  Paul put him to bed again tonight, and he fell asleep without him needing to rub his back or anything, so that’s a great sign!  So far, he’s been asleep for two hours, and hasn’t woken up yet, so I’m going to head to bed soon.  I’m sure that will prompt him to wake up because it’s ingrained in toddlers to wake up right when their parents go to bed!

From here on out, we’re going to try to move out of the room, but we need to do a little more childproofing first.  We have sliding closet doors, and stuff that Paul doesn’t want to move out of that closet, so we need to find a way to keep him from opening those, and we don’t have anything in there he can play with right now.  All the drawers are empty, so he won’t pull stuff out, but we need to reverse the drawer pulls so he can’t open the drawers at all.  Once we get those done, we’ll be able to train him to fall asleep on his own again by essentially locking him in his room.  I’m hoping we can square all that away this weekend because now he wants us in there as he falls asleep, which completely reverses all the sleep training I did back when he was 6 months old.  So more updates to follow, and here’s hoping he sleeps through the night tonight!

Human Chess and Other Terrorist Activities

So.  It’s been a while.  And Jonathan is learning new hilarious things.  Here’s one of them.

One of Jonathan’s new ways to communicate with us, is to physically move Paul and me to where he wants us.  Or move our limbs to where he wants them.  So if I’m sitting on the couch with one leg on the floor, that’s apparently not the proper way to sit, so he’ll lift up my leg, and put it on the couch.  I’m not sure if he just wants me to be comfortable or if that leg is getting in the way of him running back and forth across the playroom screaming like a little banshee.  Okay, he doesn’t actually scream that often, but he does get very excited while he’s running, and it’s hilarious to watch.

The other time he loves to do move us around is right after we disrobe him for his bath.  We’ll close his bedroom door in an effort to steer him into the bathroom to brush his teeth, but he’s only interested in hopping like a bunny up and down the hallway.  To ensure we don’t impede his progress, he’ll move me to his door, and move Paul right next to me…and we have to be touching.  If Paul moves a step away from me, Jonathan stops everything he’s doing, and moves him back.  It makes us both laugh because he’s so persistent about it, but it really is one of the cutest things ever.

Jonathan is also learning new words every day.  Everything with 4 wheels that rolls down the road is a car, he knows that round things are balls, and he could pick Pooh out of a lineup (Classic and Disney because he’s smart like that), so Pooh better keep his honey-eating nose clean.  He likes to point at different things in books now, so I can tell him what they are, and some of them he tries to repeat.  So his language skills are getting there.  But this also means more tantrums because when he can’t communicate what he wants, it’s the end of the goddamn world.  But he’ll get there.

Since we went to the Dole Plantation last year to ride the train and get pineapple whip for Father’s Day, Paul wants to make it a yearly thing while we’re here, so we did that for Father’s Day this year, too.  Which is good because I got the best toddler terrorist picture OF. ALL. TIME.


He’s REALLY up to something here.

And finally, Jonathan and I graced Paul’s unit with our presence (it’s something of a rarity because they usually have this stuff so far away and it interferes with naptime) at his Battalion’s Organizational Day, a.k.a. mandatory fun, out at the beach at Bellows AFB.  Beautiful beach, beautiful water, but that sand is a pain in the ass to clean up because it’s so fine.  Jonathan had a blast playing in the ocean with Paul, though, and if you’re wondering what pure happiness and joy looks like, get a picture of a toddler jumping in the waves like this:

Now that's happiness!

Now that’s happiness!

To continue his reign of terrorism, Jonathan now climbs out of his crib every single chance he gets.  We just got him a toddler bed, and we’ll set that up this weekend to get him used to it, and we’re hoping he learns to sleep in his bed quickly instead of wandering all around the house.  There’s nothing like a kid waking up from a nap after an hour when he normally takes 2-3 hour naps, and surprising you by walking right into the kitchen after climbing out of his crib and coming down the stairs himself like it was nothing!  So more to come on toddler bed training!

My Little Terrorist

So in my last post, I updated everyone on all the wonderful new things Jonathan has learned in the past couple of months.  Well, along with those things, he has added new and terrifying ways to show me what a smart kid he is.  I’d like to also point out that Paul has been in the field since Thursday.  He’s coming back tomorrow night, but Jonathan likes to step things up a notch when Paul’s gone.  Also, I injured my back somehow last Saturday and took it easy all weekend hoping it would heal.  Well, Paul went back to work on Tuesday.  I went to pick Jonathan up to put him in his high chair for breakfast, felt a pop in my lower back, and just about passed out with the pain.  So Paul had to come home to take me to the emergency room, and I’m still not totally healed from it.  I’m at about 85% right now, so the things Jonathan’s doing are also super inconvenient because I’m old and I can’t trust my own body anymore.

First, Jonathan has taken furniture rearranging to a new level.  He now pushes Paul’s recliner up against the dresser to climb up on top of the dresser.  He does this when his Mickey chair is not available.  When the Mickey chair is available, he pushes it up to the dresser, and uses the pulls on the dresser as hand and foot holds to get up to the top to grab his books so I can read the same books over and over again to him all day long.  Oh, and he also likes to push his chair and puppy up to the baby gates to try to climb over.

In an attempt to keep him off the top of the dresser, I had to step outside for a second, so I thought I’d let him run around the kitchen/living/dining room area.  He followed me to the sliding glass door, and as soon as I stepped out and closed the door, he locked that son of a bitch on me.  And then just looked at me before squealing with glee and running around touching everything I’m always telling him not to touch.  Thankfully, my neighbors were outside, so the husband came over to try to break into the house.  The good news is that this house cannot be breached with every window closed and locked.  In the meantime, Jonathan ran back to the door four times to look at me before running off again.  He finally came back and unlocked the door.  It was probably only 10 minutes or so, but it felt like half an hour.  And, of course, my parents thought it was hilarious, and I know Paul will think it’s hilarious, too.

To follow that, to keep him from locking me out again, I put him in his playpen while I was gathering up trash today.  I ran upstairs to empty out his diaper pail, come back downstairs, and that little stinker figured out how to climb out of his playpen.  So it appears my last way to restrain this kid is to put him in his high chair, but I know it’s just a matter of time until he figures out how to get out of that, too.  Needless to say, I’m exhausted, and I can’t wait for Paul to get home so I can just finish healing up!

Here’s Jonathan in one of his acts of terrorism.

You thought I was kidding, didn't you?

You thought I was kidding, didn’t you?

The Boy Learns New Things

Obviously, this is a period in childhood development that is associated with rapid growth and development of new motor skills.  So here are some of the new things Jonathan has learned over the past month.  P.S. He is now 20 months old, and I can’t wait until he turns two so I can stop counting months and just say, “He’s two years old, dammit!”

Creeping: I’ll play Candy Crush on my phone or browse Facebook while he’s running amok in his playroom, going from toy to toy like a crazed, drunken monkey.  His little puppy that he can ride is usually right up next to the couch, behind where my head is.  So he climbs up on the puppy, and breathes in my ear like a total creeper to see what I’m doing.  Of course, his motor skills have developed enough now that he has started…

Launching: He climbs up on that puppy, and straight up launches himself OVER my shoulder, landing headfirst in my lap.  I guess it’s good that I have a little extra weight on me.  It’s cushion for when he decides that suicide might be the answer for a second of fun.  And then, of course, he laughs hysterically, shimmies down off my lap, and goes to do it again.  He has also learned how to launch from behind the couch cushions, which he often rearranges so he can be in his own little fort, to the coffee table that he pushes up against the couch.  I sense a lot of, “GET DOWN OFF THE ROOF!” going on in my future.

Jumping: This is just hilarious.  In the past week and a half, he has really mastered jumping.  His favorite time to jump (besides when he’s in his crib) is when I’m running his bath and Paul plays with him upstairs.  Even better if he’s naked.  It has also added an interesting move to his Hot Dog Dance.  First, he jumps a bunch, then he sways back and forth, alternating from foot to foot, and he ends his routine with droppin’ it like it’s hot.  I don’t even know where he learned that, but he has thwarted every attempt to video this amazing phenomenon.  I will try harder to record this.

Opening Doors: This would be cute if he didn’t think he needed to throw the door open with the force of Thor’s hammer, slamming it against the wall.  But he’s learned.  Thankfully, he hasn’t quite figured out the lock on the front door, but I know that’s coming soon, too.  Before his bath, he likes to open and close the linen closet door, venturing in every time he opens it for a few seconds before deciding the linen closet doesn’t really hold anything interesting, and then closes the door.  Repeat ad nauseum.

Animal Sounds: He’s had “neigh” down for a while now, but he has added “cock-a-doodle-do” to his repertoire.  Sometimes it actually sounds like “cock-a-doodle-do,” but most of the time it sounds like, “tickatickatickadoooooooo!”  It’s still super cute, and I love that he responds with the sound when I ask him what a rooster says.

Words: Not many new words here, but Paul’s constant repetition of “Go Kings Go!” while he watches the hockey playoffs has rubbed off on our young, impressionable little man, and when Paul asks him to say, “Go Kings Go!”, he responds, “Gogogo!”  So Paul wins this one.

Furniture Arranging: Every single time I leave the room – it doesn’t matter how long I’m gone – I come back to a piece of furniture moved somewhere else.  This started with the coffee table, which is the lightest and easiest thing to move.  He then graduated to the couch.  In the past week, he has figured out how to move our heavy ass shoe chest across the floor, too.  Bottom line: this kid is too damn strong.

Turning on Toys: Jonathan has figured out what those little switches on his toys do, and about an hour into his playtime is when I’m surrounded by the unique cacophony of every single toy in the house on and going at the same time.  I cherish the time when he’s napping or in bed for the night because it’s finally silent.

Cleaning Up: We used to have to ask him if he was hungry first before he’d clean anything, and he’s still hit or miss on whether he wants to be a big helper that day, but now before I feed him lunch, I’ll ask, “Can you put your toys away, please?”  And he does it.  And it’s glorious because that means I don’t have to put all that crap away.

And finally…

Peeing in the Potty: I’m taking a very slow approach to this, but it appears I need to speed it up a little bit.  Every night now before I put Jonathan in the bathtub, because he will inevitably pee in the bath water, I try to put him on his potty.  The past two nights, he has peed on his potty before getting in the bath, which, of course, results in me heaping praise upon him like he’s won a Nobel Prize.  Hey, the sooner he’s out of diapers, the better.  If he keeps this up for the rest of the week, I’ll start trying to put him on the potty more during the day, and maybe I’ll be able to get him out of diapers during the day by the time he turns two.

So, in closing, his terrorism has taken on new forms, and he finds new ways every day to give me heart palpitations.  Here’s a picture of the boy doing what he does best…inciting terror in everything he surveys.

Don't let that cute face fool you; it's evil he's plotting.

Don’t let that cute face fool you; it’s evil he’s plotting.