1) Everything is better with crescent rolls. Or cream cheese. Or a ranch packet.
2) My husband will mock the site as too girly but then squee like a tween when I show him any recipe involving salted caramel, Rolos or red velvet.
3) There is a point where organization becomes repelling.
4) I don't get the visual appeal of Ryan Gosling, but it did take me a long time to come around to the greatness of Jon Hamm.
5) I must get some riding boots.
6) I'm not motivated to exercise by how hot someone else looks, but I am motivated to eat by how delicious a recipe looks.
7) Until now, the waffle maker has been a seriously underated appliance.
8) I bought a jar of Modge Podge, now what?
9) People think spray-painting is easy and inexpensive. It's not, it's expensive and annoying.
10) Wreaths are en vogue. Seriously, who knew?
|Family Star Wars time|
2. You can live here when you're thirty if you do all our laundry. Sort, clean, fold AND put away.
3. To lessen your punishment, get me to laugh when I'm getting all "serious parent" on you.
4. Honesty is not the best policy when you are four and critiquing the dinner I just cooked.
5. Keep comparing me to a queen. It's good for my ego.
6. Always run to me when you come home for the day, because I'm waiting with happy, open arms.
7. Remember, we're all in this together and it's lots of fun.
It may be a cliche, but I went to labor during a full moon. Well, in as much labor as someone that has to have a c-section can go into...
March 30, 2010 - I had the day off due to several pregnancy hormone attributed crying spells... at work. Let's just say, I'm a mess from week 35 on.
I had great nesting day. It included lunch at Nunu's Mediterranean Cafe, leisurely shopping at Barnes & Noble, and picking up groceries at Crest. I was having a rough time at Crest - with hot spells and Braxton Hicks - but I soldiered on.
That night, we had a family dinner and afterward we decorated Easter Eggs. This is my last picture with only one son.
After the decorating, I was noticing my Braxton Hicks contractions weren't going away. So after Van went to bed, I started tracking them. And tracking them. And tracking them. Yup, I was having contractions every three to five minutes. Was I in labor? Derek and I questioned this until around 4:30 AM when we decided to go get it checked out at the hospital. So, we called Derek's parents and met Bill at the Lighthouse to drop off Van. Bye baby.
Because it was so early, we had to check in with the Emergency Room admin. They were astonished to have another preggo. Full moon.
The triage nurse hooked me up to monitors and performed an exam - no dilation. Time to wait, for an hour to be exact. Again, the contractions were coming at a regular rate. But another exam revealed no dilation. Derek and I felt they were going to send me home. So, we just decided to rest and try to take a nap.
Our nap time was interrupted by a new nurse with a blood kit.
New Nurse: Didn't your nurse tell you?
Us: Tell us what?
New Nurse: Your doctor called. He's going to be here for the c-section in 15 minutes. They are prepping the OR.
No one knew we were at the hospital but Derek's parents! The camera was still in the car! Complete panic!
Derek rushed to get the camera and call relatives. In the meantime, a team of nurses took my blood, pushed paperwork in my face, and made me take mysterious medicines. At one point, I was signing papers with one arm while another nurse had the other to take my blood. I kept looking at the clock - 15 minutes and where is my husband? My family? I eeked out one text message to my bosses, "Having a baby in 15 minutes."
Then Derek came back in, out of breath and with a camera. He had enough time to help me calm down - my heart rate was racing and I had so much anxiety that I was requesting some kind of sedative (which they didn't give me).
Off to the OR we went. Last time, I passed by our friends and family, who were eagerly waiting the outcome. This time, I was wheeled through a quiet hospital just trying to start up for the day.
The OR experience is hazy. I had an epidural. They moved me to the table. Derek came in. The anesthesiologist talked about the Lexus she won in a raffle. The doctors talked about Thunder basketball.
And here he is! West Rufus Fred Adcox - weighing in at 6 lbs 12 oz and 20 inches long, born at 6:33 AM. He looks like his brother... with dark hair.
I cried the first time I saw him. Happy and healthy. Perfect.
- "I want to watch a movie. Where is the temote?"
- "I don't want to cut my nails, I want them to be shark."
- "I need my swimshoot to go swimming."
- "Can we do that t'later?"
- "We have to pick up daddy at the airpork."
- "Can we play tennis with a rattle?"
- [Pointing at plunger] "That is what you use when you flush a toy down the potty. I didn't flush a toy down this potty."
So I heard through the grapevine that some people thought that West's middle names were an early April Fools joke... we knew they might not be popular, but a joke, they are not! :-)
Here's the explanation:
West Rufus FredWest - This is the only name picked simply because we liked it. It entered discussions because West was a temporary character on Heroes. It stayed in contention because of it's literal meaning - much like Brooke - and how well it works with Van. It also reflects Oklahoma's strong connection to "W" names - Will, Wiley, Woody, Wayne, Wayman, and Wilma.
Rufus - Rufus is the name of Derek's grandfather, Papa. He is a kind, gentle man - someone who always has something encouraging to say. When I was pregnant, he walked up to me and said "Thank you for this, I know nobody has said that to you yet."
What I hope West learns from Papa: Kindness, encouragement, strength, endurance, and love of the Lord.
Fred - Fred is the name of my grandfather, Pa. West will be the only grandchild from my sister or me that Pa will never meet, as he passed away last year. Pa was always there for my sister and me - he pushed me to value education by excelling at school and taking time to learn on my own.
What I hope West learns from Pa: Always give second (third or fourth) chances to people, love your family, value hard work, and always keep learning.
Donovan "Van" MichaelDonovan - Donovan is Derek's middle name, which comes from an Adcox family tradition of including the name "Don." Derek's dad is Billy Don; Derek's sister is Felicia Dawn. We mainly choose this name to honor Derek and his family.
What I hope Van learns from Derek: To be faithful, handy, quick to help, loyal, strong, and a little goofy.
Michael - Michael is my dad's name. It's no secret that my dad and I are a lot alike - we share the same sense of humor that tends to get us in a lot of trouble (and laughter). He also is a hardworking man - something both our families value.
What I hope Van learns from my Dad: Quick wit, strong sense of self, independence, and sense of humor.
Yesterday morning, Van came tearing into the kitchen exclaiming, "Daddy's going to make MONEEEEY!"
This was the conversation that happened just moments before:
V: What are you doing?
D: I'm getting ready go to work.
V: Why do you go to work?
D: I work so I can make money so we can buy food and clothes to wear.
V: We already have clothes.
Derek has also been doing lots of good explaining lately, including a several conversations about what "da bomb" means. Apparently nineties catch phrases do not easily pass to other generations.
Since we've been married, Derek and I have blissfully shared a one-sink bathroom. No kidding, our first apartment had two bathrooms, but we just easily shared the one attached to the master bedroom. Our starter house had one bathroom until the last 2 months we lived there. (You can check out that complete home reno here).
I can't remember a single fight. We coordinated bathroom breaks, morning routines, and the additional of a child without the slightest hiccup.
Then we moved to a house with a posh bathroom. No kidding ya'll, it's part of a master suite. Nice soaker tub, steam shower, separate toilet, and TWO SINKS. Derek's sink is even manly because it's taller (I don't get it either). I have a makeup vanity with stool! Can you believe it?
And what happened? We started having fights. What about? Toothpaste. Turns out that since we are spaced out so far from each other, there is no nice neutral place to store and share the same tube of toothpaste. We tried stashing the paste in the vanity drawer, but inevitably, someone would forget to return it and leave the tube next to their sink. So started the snarky comments... bitter banter... grouchy outbursts...
We now own two tubes of toothpaste for one bathroom. I call that luxury. Or marriage. You choose.