I’m pretty stoked today. Elijah has been in a good mood and has breastfed for 20 minutes at every feeding that I’ve been here for – yay! Brian and I were discussing that we are in dire need of a vacation. We need to scoop our THREE boys up and go somewhere to veg for…
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The Elijah Cannon: Part 4, Treatment Begins
I was amazed by the size of the CHOA Egleston NICU, the quietness of it, the professionalism, and the hosptality. We could tell immediately that they had “it” figured out here. They understood that the experience was more than a baby in a bed – that each baby comes with a family, and each family…
The Elijah Cannon: Part 3, I Always Knew Polka Dots Were Trouble
After delivery, it took a while for me to get transferred to a recovery room. What a different experience it was to be offered even crackers and juice. I wasn’t terribly hungry, but I ate them slowly out of principle. I felt like my blood sugar was low, or more perhaps like my blood was…
What’s another word for hindsight?
I know, I know. I’m slacking. I’m also typing with a crippled keyboard, which is part of the reason I’m slacking, so if I miss a G, H, or ‘, it’s not that I can’t spell. My superduper awesome sister is my laptop supplier. I’m so stoked about this recent addition. I looks really slick,…
Eureka! I’ve found my floor!
Here we are, home again, with three merry iterations of Christmas sadly behind us. I’ve finally found enough of my floor to justify stopping to update the blog. It was so fantastic to be around family again for a week. We wish we could always be a part of our ‘village.’ Perhaps some day, everything will…
Christmas Be-cation
Friday evening started our Christmas “be-cation,” as Ian calls it. I had the car ready to go when Brian arrived home early from work, so we hit the road. That’s one of Ian’s favorite new phrases, by the way. He’ll tell me, “No, I do not want to go home. I just want to hit…
Oh The Places You’ll Go!
A couple nights ago, Ian was wrestling with Brian. At one point Ian’s hand lands on Brian’s backside and Ian stands, frozen. “Oh no Dad, you have poop!” he blurts as he squeezes something. I glance over and giggle, “No, Ian, that’s just Daddy’s tail bone.” Brian points out that Ian has a tail bone,…
Approaching the Holidaze
I totally need to get more creative with my “veggie hiding” when cooking for the boys. Ian saw a picture of green beans in a book yesterday and said, “green bean casserole!” Well, what can I say. Putting them on a plate and calling them Super Green Power Rods only garnered enough interest for them…
Ian’s Happy Birthweek
Ohh, but it’s been a while. Last Friday, I ended up finishing Ian’s cake. It said “Happy Brrrthday.” I sent Brian a picture of it and we got ourselves all hyped-up and decided to celebrate that evening, instead of waiting until Sunday. Even Sunday would have been early, because his birthday is on Tuesday (today),…
Rainy Day Ramble
Hooray! For two days now, I’ve kept the house unusually clean. Go me. But, it’s not without that acid-reflux sheen that gives everything a warm glow. I don’t expect to do a lot of posting this week, while getting my act together for Ian’s birthday “party”. The boys helped me make some gingerbread men and…
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