homecoming and hanging out. He's got a bit of a grouchy-old-man look going on, but he's beginning to fill out nicely.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
First Day on Our Own
Our first day without Brett went smoothly--much better than I thought. Phoebe was cooperative and sweet and played nicely. We stamped and colored and played in th back yard, and Beck slept most of the day, so I could spend most of my time with Phoebe--which I think will help with her adjusting and being home all day with just us, since she is used to going to day care all day and used to all of us being home in the summer--this year is going to be very different for her. She will have some things to break it up, of course, with preschool on Tuesday and Thursday each week, and hopefully, a gymnastics class if they don't fill up before Oak Lawn non-residents can sign up. But if things continue the way they began, we should be all right. Today, Tuesday, is our second day, and I thought Phoebe would be a bit difficult this morning because she had a hard time going to sleep last night--she kept having monsters come in her room :( I don't know where she learned about monsters, or where any kid does, for that matter, but it makes me sad that she did because she has nightmares often. Anyway, she has been great, however, and I have learned a bunch of new things that she knows this morning. And she just went down for her nap--she ate a good lunch and then said "I want to go night night now." And that was that. But here are some of the funny things she did this morning. She was stamping names (she tells me a name, I write it in all capitals, and then she stamps the letters over it) and when she did a good job finding a letter she would cheer herself and say "give me a hint" but she meant "hit," not "hint." She would put her fist out and she wanted to pound knuckles. It was pretty funny. I asked her where she learned that and she said "Brian"--that wasn't ringing any bells for me, so I said, "Brian who?" and she said "from the cake party"--that still didn't help. I had no idea who she was talking about, then she said "with the baby, Sam" so then I figured it out--one of Brett's work friends who was at the barbecue that we went to on Aug. 7th taught Phoebe to "pound it." :) Then I was composing a couple of emails and she was in the bathroom playing with the sink when she came out and said, "Does this look awesome with my beautiful hair all wet?" It looked awesome. And finally a few minutes later, she said from the bathroom--"I'm cleaning the potty, Mommy." So I had to go in and put a stop to that--she was using her water spray bottle for her hair to spray the toilet tank and then wiping it with toilet paper--super helpful! And so it begins--our year of learning how to have two kids and keep them intelligently entertained on a daily basis and hope they get along.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Introducing Beckett Reid Lettiere
Beckett was born on 08/08/08 at 3:57 a.m.
He was only one week early as opposed to Phoebe's five weeks but eager to get out fairly immediately once he decided it was time. Phoebe took 12 hours to enter the world once she began to descend, but Beckett was only 5.5 hours from start to finish. My water broke at 10:30 p.m. My contractions began at 12:30 a.m. and he was born 3.5 hours later. We were only at the hospital for 15 minutes before his arrival, but we made it. He was 7 lbs 11 oz, and they measured him at 18 inches, but four days later at his check up, he was 20 inches. I am guessing he didn't grow two inches in four days, they just mismeasured him at the hospital--didn't quite stretch him out all the way--or else he is going to be some crazy huge growing anomally. He did, however gain over half a pound in those four days because he weighed 8.4 lbs. at that check up. He is eating well and sleeping a ton. We are getting plenty of rest, and Phoebe is adjusting fairly well. She had a hard time the first couple of days--not so much with him specifically, she was just misbehaving and seeking negative attention quite a bit, but that seems to be subsiding. She likes him a lot--she gives him lots of kisses and wants to check on him often. She tries to comfort him when he cries and tells me to go get him because he wants up. She is proud to be a big sister, of course. It's getting late--I'll post more pictures in the next couple of days, but this will get me started. Stay tuned for pics in the next post of his eyes and full head of blonde hair.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
A few more pregnant pics
Pregnancy #2
I have been terrible about chronicling this pregnancy. I have kept a pregnancy journal, like I did for Phoebe, but I haven't documented it much with pictures--the time just isn't the same this time around, of course--with Phoebe needing most of it and my coursework taking up the rest, it doesn't lend to much down time for blogging. Happily, I will finish my coursework for my M.A. program in literature at Northeastern Illinois University at the beginning of August--and I am due August 15 (or so). We have taken some pictures along the way, so I will include some from the bigger months. I feel like I have been pregnant forever because I was only not pregnant for one holiday (Halloween) in the last year, and I have been pregnant through the almost entirety of three seasons. I know that 9 months (which is a lie because 40 weeks equals 10 months in my book) is 3/4 of a year, but it didn't seem that long the last time. I have gained almost the same weight this time as with Phoebe--I weigh one pound more than I did when I gave birth last time, but Phoebe was five weeks early--right now, I have four weeks to go, so I have made it a little longer so far. I hope to last minimally one more week so that he can be full term and I can be at least very close to finishing my classes. Then I should be able to finish them from home if I need to. Oh, I said him--we found out that we are having a boy this time. He almost didn't cooperate at the ultrasound--just like Phoebe didn't--but he opened up at the last minute. So at least we could do a little more planning this time. With Phoebe, my stomach enlarged by 13 inches, but as of right now, I have grown 16 inches. So, while my weight gain has been the same, my distribution is quite different.
Is anyone even still checking?
Here are some of the things we have been doing since I last posted pictures--forever ago!
One is obviously from Christmas when Sydney and Phoebe got their Cinderella dresses from Uncle Traveling Matt and had to put them on right away. Henry looks so deceiving in his Groucho disguise that I had to include it. I bet you didn't even know it was him! Phoebe has grown a bit since last summer--more mentally than physically. She loves her outdoor chair--isn't she sophisticated :) We were having a picnic dinner at the Pritzker Pavillion in Millennium Park and listening to Northwestern University's concert band. And, on her third birthday, July 13, she went to the annual Ralph's World concert at Morton Arboretum and got her picture taken with Ralph--she also got to go on stage (along with hundreds of other kids) for the last couple songs of the concert. She loves concerts and music!
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Life in the Lettiere Household
4:15 alarm goes off, 4:45 get out of bed and move in our zombie-like state through the morning routine: wash up, contacts, skin care, dress (which usually involves putting one or several items of clothing in the dryer to de-wrinkle--who has time for ironing?), Brett makes lunches then runs out to shovel (almost every morning for the last two months, at least it seems like it), I make tea and set up breakfast (cereal, or a bagel, or yogurt; Phoebe's vitamin and milk, and my juice and vitamin), then either Phoebe is already up and has been yelling my name for 15 minutes or one of us has to go wake her groggy self. It is better when we wake her because she is nicer. If Brett tries to get her in the morning when she has already woken up, for some reason, she is vehemently against this. As soon as he opens her door, she says "no, Daddy! I don't want you!"
"But I love you, Phoebe, and I missed you last night." (if he had a track meet or class or something else)
"no, Daddy. I don't love you!"
"Oh, Phoebe, you love me?! I love you, too. I'm so happy to see you this morning."
"No, Daddy! Don't get me!" as she proceeds to reach out her hand to hit him away
"Oh, Phoebe, are you patting me and giving me love taps? Thank you. I love when you give me little pats. Are you massaging me?"
She reaches up and squeezes his face or pinches his arm
"Oh, those are nice rubs, Phoebe. That feels nice. I love you, too. Let me rub your arm and give you nice pats."
"No, Daddy. Put me down."
"Oh, ok, Phoebe, you don't want to come with me? I guess I'll just go eat cereal because you don't want any."
"Daddy, don't leave me. I want to come with you!" And then she finally cooperates and pretends the whole thing didn't happen. The only reason we can guess that she often gives him such a hard time in the morning is because she is mad at him for not having enough time for her at night. Because really she is head-over-heels about him the rest of the time. She always wants to know when he is coming home and squeals with delight when he walks in the door. And she loves reading books with him. She just sometimes feels the need to punish him for whatever transgressions he has committed in her head.
Anyway, so the morning continues. It works best if we get Phoebe dressed before she goes down for breakfast, but sometimes this doesn't happen and it is much harder to do it in reverse because she is much less cooperative if we do it after breakfast. It's especially that last 3 or 4 minutes that are the biggest fight because she wants to put her own coat on and take her time doing it, but we have to get out the door by 6. We rush out the door and head on our way to work/school. Some mornings things go well--if travel is good. Brett always makes it to work by 6:40. For me it is much more iffy. By leaving at 6, if all goes well, I should be at school by between 7-7:05 (school starts at 7:15), so if there are any traffic hiccups, then I'm in trouble. For example, last Wednesday (Feb. 20), I got on the ramp to the Bishop Ford from I-57 when all traffic halted and remained at a standstill while they closed the road to clean up an accident from 6:10 until 7:15. I did not make it to school on time that day. Most of the time, however, we safely make it to school on time. Phoebe goes into daycare. We sign in; she insists on signing in, too. Then we head to her classroom to hang up her coat and fill out her daily report card (I have to indicate when she woke up, last ate, urinated, and if she had taken any medication) then we go back out to join the other kids. She's usually really good about all of this--some mornings she is clingier than others. I go to school and teach, she plays and learns all day, then I try to get her by 3:00 unless I have a meeting or some other obligation. She expects me after nap and snack. We have long chatty conversations on our drive home where she tells me about her day--what she ate, what she and her friends did, how her nap was, etc. Most of the time we listen to music, sometimes my books and sometimes her stories. Her most requested music is Ralph's World and Wiggleworms, still! But she is branching out and her new favorite song is The Plain White Tees "Hey There Delilah" which she simply refers to as "my song"--"play my song, Mommy." Sometimes she remembers her manners and even says please. Her most often requested stories to listen to include Panda Bear Panda Bear (read by Brett), The Bad Case of Stripes, and Pinocchio. The story listening happens more in the morning than the afternoon. She likes the music in the afternoon and knows the words to most of the songs, so she sings. If I happen to listen to whatever book I am on, she will sit in the back seat and have conversations with herself or her stuffed animal or anything that will listen about what's going on out the window or her day or whatever else. She doesn't stop talking much. When we get home, we play a little bit--color or read or play catch. We'll usually listen to music and then she'll play in her play room while I make dinner. She and I usually begin eating dinner and Brett joins us once he gets home and we are nearly done. Then it is time for bath, potty, brush the teeth, books and bed by 7:00. As soon as she goes to sleep our work begins--grading, reading for class, writing papers, dishes, laundry, etc. until we can't stand it anymore and pass out--which is much earlier for me than for Brett because I usually pass out in the chair as soon as I start reading. In fact, I am supposed to be reading and completing an assignment right now! So I am going to get to that. I just wanted to record our weekday routine for posterity. I'll get back to this--perhaps soon and talk about the weekends--which are much more eventful and fun, and more about Phoebe, and post some pictures--and maybe I'll squeeze some stuff in about this second kid that is developing without complaint or much attention. :)
"But I love you, Phoebe, and I missed you last night." (if he had a track meet or class or something else)
"no, Daddy. I don't love you!"
"Oh, Phoebe, you love me?! I love you, too. I'm so happy to see you this morning."
"No, Daddy! Don't get me!" as she proceeds to reach out her hand to hit him away
"Oh, Phoebe, are you patting me and giving me love taps? Thank you. I love when you give me little pats. Are you massaging me?"
She reaches up and squeezes his face or pinches his arm
"Oh, those are nice rubs, Phoebe. That feels nice. I love you, too. Let me rub your arm and give you nice pats."
"No, Daddy. Put me down."
"Oh, ok, Phoebe, you don't want to come with me? I guess I'll just go eat cereal because you don't want any."
"Daddy, don't leave me. I want to come with you!" And then she finally cooperates and pretends the whole thing didn't happen. The only reason we can guess that she often gives him such a hard time in the morning is because she is mad at him for not having enough time for her at night. Because really she is head-over-heels about him the rest of the time. She always wants to know when he is coming home and squeals with delight when he walks in the door. And she loves reading books with him. She just sometimes feels the need to punish him for whatever transgressions he has committed in her head.
Anyway, so the morning continues. It works best if we get Phoebe dressed before she goes down for breakfast, but sometimes this doesn't happen and it is much harder to do it in reverse because she is much less cooperative if we do it after breakfast. It's especially that last 3 or 4 minutes that are the biggest fight because she wants to put her own coat on and take her time doing it, but we have to get out the door by 6. We rush out the door and head on our way to work/school. Some mornings things go well--if travel is good. Brett always makes it to work by 6:40. For me it is much more iffy. By leaving at 6, if all goes well, I should be at school by between 7-7:05 (school starts at 7:15), so if there are any traffic hiccups, then I'm in trouble. For example, last Wednesday (Feb. 20), I got on the ramp to the Bishop Ford from I-57 when all traffic halted and remained at a standstill while they closed the road to clean up an accident from 6:10 until 7:15. I did not make it to school on time that day. Most of the time, however, we safely make it to school on time. Phoebe goes into daycare. We sign in; she insists on signing in, too. Then we head to her classroom to hang up her coat and fill out her daily report card (I have to indicate when she woke up, last ate, urinated, and if she had taken any medication) then we go back out to join the other kids. She's usually really good about all of this--some mornings she is clingier than others. I go to school and teach, she plays and learns all day, then I try to get her by 3:00 unless I have a meeting or some other obligation. She expects me after nap and snack. We have long chatty conversations on our drive home where she tells me about her day--what she ate, what she and her friends did, how her nap was, etc. Most of the time we listen to music, sometimes my books and sometimes her stories. Her most requested music is Ralph's World and Wiggleworms, still! But she is branching out and her new favorite song is The Plain White Tees "Hey There Delilah" which she simply refers to as "my song"--"play my song, Mommy." Sometimes she remembers her manners and even says please. Her most often requested stories to listen to include Panda Bear Panda Bear (read by Brett), The Bad Case of Stripes, and Pinocchio. The story listening happens more in the morning than the afternoon. She likes the music in the afternoon and knows the words to most of the songs, so she sings. If I happen to listen to whatever book I am on, she will sit in the back seat and have conversations with herself or her stuffed animal or anything that will listen about what's going on out the window or her day or whatever else. She doesn't stop talking much. When we get home, we play a little bit--color or read or play catch. We'll usually listen to music and then she'll play in her play room while I make dinner. She and I usually begin eating dinner and Brett joins us once he gets home and we are nearly done. Then it is time for bath, potty, brush the teeth, books and bed by 7:00. As soon as she goes to sleep our work begins--grading, reading for class, writing papers, dishes, laundry, etc. until we can't stand it anymore and pass out--which is much earlier for me than for Brett because I usually pass out in the chair as soon as I start reading. In fact, I am supposed to be reading and completing an assignment right now! So I am going to get to that. I just wanted to record our weekday routine for posterity. I'll get back to this--perhaps soon and talk about the weekends--which are much more eventful and fun, and more about Phoebe, and post some pictures--and maybe I'll squeeze some stuff in about this second kid that is developing without complaint or much attention. :)
Saturday, November 03, 2007
More Summer Day Trips and Activities
Summer Day Trips and Activities
Summer Fun
Last of the birthday pics.
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