Tuesday, September 30, 2008
ECFE
Connor and I are trying out ECFE class (Early Childhood Family Education). Last week we went to Urbank and now yesterday we went to Henning. Since we live in the corner of three school districts, we can pretty much choose any of them since they are all pretty much the same, or close to the same, distance. It's a chance for Connor to be around other kids and for me to get out too. Only bad thing is....snotty nose kids. Eeek! He's already picked up a runny nose from the class last week. Ugh.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Doctor Visit
Almost forgot about his 9 month doctor visit today. All is good. He weighs 19 lbs, 11.5 oz and is 28 inches tall. His next visit now will be after Christmas. Seems like so far away....but then not really.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
9 Months - After Bath Pictures
Here are a few photos of Connor in his jammies. We tried for a nice picture last night after his bath. He was in a little better mood this time.
Connor turns 9 months old
Connor turned 9 months old yesterday. I tried taking our monthly picture of him in our big blue chair and ooohhh how that has changed. He is more wiggly now and is a pickle to get him to sit nice and say cheese. He was not in a happy mood when I first tried for nice pictures in the morning. Had his hair combed nice and nice outfit on, etc. and he just didn't want me taking his picture. So, we waited til night after he had his bath and tried for another picture with his jammies on instead. These are the pictures I got the first time around:
I don't want my picture taken today.
I really don't like this, Mom!
I can see you're still pointing that camera at me.
Fine, take a picture of my butt then!
There are 9 lucky people who share my name
I thought this was kinda neat. I received it in an email.
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Monday, September 22, 2008
Thursday, September 18, 2008
At Grandpa and Grandma's Farm
A few more pictures of our days at Grandpa and Grandma's house:
Grandpa gave Connor a tractor ride while I packed the car to come home. He was supposed to keep him awake so he would sleep all the way home, but the hum of the tractor eventually put him to sleep.
Checking out Grandpa's chickens
Posing for a picture with Bouzer
Posing for a picture with Goldie
Grandpa gave Connor a tractor ride while I packed the car to come home. He was supposed to keep him awake so he would sleep all the way home, but the hum of the tractor eventually put him to sleep.
Mel's Birthday
My sister, Mel's, birthday was this past Tuesday, Sept. 16th. We had birthday cake on Saturday. Connor got in the birthday picture with her. In the one picture he is really eyeing that chocolate cake.
Turkey Day 10K
I'm a little behind on my blog. Connor and I have been down to Okabena to my parent's house for a bit while Mark was in California for work. We are all back home again. Last Saturday was Turkey Day in Worthington. My sister, Mel, and my cousin, Stacy, ran in the 10K race. First time race for Mel. We all went and cheered them on. There were between 500 and 600 runners. It was a little cool and then it started to rain. They both finished the race and were soaking wet. Here are some pictures:
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Nothing Better than an Underdog
Connor loves to go outside and swing...no matter what the weather is doing. The kid loves underdogs. He'd swing for hours if he could. These pictures are from yesterday, but this morning he was out there in his pajamas with his hat on (he doesn't care for the velcro chin strap just yet). It was cold and windy but he did swing for a few minutes, and then Mom had enough. He cried when I undid his seatbelt buckle. I don't know what we'll do when it does get cold out. Will probably end up hanging his swing down in the basement.
Checking on the Pumpkins
We checked out our pumpkin patch in the garden yesterday. Actually it's just one plant that is doing really well. 
Don't eat the dirt!!
We "scored" his name into one of them a few weeks ago.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Monday, September 8, 2008
Hunting Season Has Started
Oh JOY! Let the hunting season begin. (I'm so excited.) This past weekend was the start for early goose hunting. Mark and Mickey (our neighbor) were pretty successful at bringing food home for the family as they each got 3. They tell me that the limit is like 10 a piece!!! Hold back on the honkers. We don't need that many. Needless to say, we are having goose in the crockpot for supper tonight.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Connor's new cousin, Ethan
My sister, Bon, had a baby boy last Wednesday, September 3rd. His name is Ethan Joseph. He weighed 9 lbs. 1 oz. and was 20 1/2 inches long. Connor and I went and visited them last Thursday and came home on Saturday. Mom, Dad, new big sister Izzabelle and baby Ethan are all doing well. Check out my slideshow of pictures. I took a bunch.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Check out those too-fers
Connor has his two bottom teeth now and one is also coming thru on the top. His new finger foods include: cheerios, toast squares, animal crackers, and fresh peaches. 
His hair is also getting longer too.
His hair is also getting longer too.
In Honor of Labor Day
Thanks to my friend, Angie, I have been tagged to answer the following questions about my labor experience with Connor. Here we go...I'm sure you're all curious. It's quite a good story.
1. How did you know you were in labor? Woke up about 6am with some stomach pains off and on. It was a Saturday so Mark was home. I stayed in bed. He decided to get up about 7am and thaw the car off just in case--scraped the windows, warmed it up, etc. These tight muscle spazzes went on all morning and into the afternoon. After a while I figured that maybe we should time these things like they tell you to. So I started timing them with my kitchen timer. Every 5 to 13 minutes I would get up and walk around the house trying to ugghh with the pain, and they would go away. None of them were consistent (like they tell you they would get). Even though we were already 10 days overdue, we still weren't convinced that this was the real deal. The neighbor guy came over around 1:30pm to visit. He stayed for about an hour and decided it was funny that every few minutes I'd get up and ugghh around the couch in pain and then sit back down at the table and carry on a conversation. Finally around 3pm or so, I called to my Grandma's (where everyone was having Christmas that day) and talked to my Mom. Asked her what she thought....if we should go to town or what....since these pains still were not consistent. She said maybe to just go to town instead of sitting at home timing these things...maybe that would take my mind off of things. I called the hospital and they said that we should probably just wait until they were 5 minutes apart consistently. Forget that...we decided to venture to town since it's 30 minutes away. At least we would be in town if things started to progress rapidly. We were about 4 miles down the road and I had Mark stop the car at the stop sign so that I could get out and walk around the car. I walked around twice and I was ready to go again. He was worried I was gonna slip on the icy road. I just needed to walk. It felt better to walk off the pain. Onward we went again. We made it about another 10 miles to the first small town. We stopped again. This time I went into the bar and went to the bathroom. Onward again. Probably another 10 miles and we stopped at the gas station. I didn't get out. I stayed in the car reclining in my seat. Mark wanted to get a newspaper. Then into town we went. Now where do we go....Christmas shopping! First we went to Ron's Warehouse where I thought I did pretty well. Just every so often I would go into an empty aisle and ugghh over the cart and then VOILA! the pain was gone again. I think I went to the bathroom twice while we were in there. Then onto Kmart we went. Same thing there. To the bathroom two different times and ughhing over my cart in an empty aisle every so often. From there we were gonna go to Fleet Farm but on the way there decided that maybe I should probably eat something since I hadn't eaten much all day. So thru the Arby's drive thru we went. Figured a roast beef was probably better than a greasy burger. I laid reclined in my seat and while going up to the window Mark was questioning me whether I wanted to go to the hospital yet. Yeah, finally, maybe we should. He asked me whether we still had time to go across the street to McDonald's first since he wanted McDonald's. Yeah we could do that. I ate my sandwich on the drive to the hospital. We found a parking space in the lot and I started gathering my stuff and Mark asks, "Do I have time to eat my food?" Sure, eat your french fries and your double cheeseburger. After a few minutes I told him I was gonna venture in and get signed in or whatever and tell them the situation. I carried my duffle bag into the hospital and Mark came in a few minutes later after he was done eating. They found me a wheelchair and away we went. That was at about 7:00pm. Connor was born at 10:15pm.
2. How long was your labor? If you figure from 6am until 10pm -- then 16 hours.
3. Where did you deliver? Douglas County Hospital in Alexandria
4. Drugs? No drugs since we arrived too late and I was already at 7cm. Yep, this was the real deal. They did give me some drippy thing in an IV that was supposed to help, but it didn't. Just made me a little droggy.
5. C-Section? No
6. Who delivered? Dr Johnson. She is very nice and is still Connor's doctor today. Although on that day....she was at the movies with her family while we waited for her. It wasn't long after she arrived and Connor was born.
(Mark's cousin, Cindy, you have been tagged! You are next to add this gem to your blog. Have fun!)
1. How did you know you were in labor? Woke up about 6am with some stomach pains off and on. It was a Saturday so Mark was home. I stayed in bed. He decided to get up about 7am and thaw the car off just in case--scraped the windows, warmed it up, etc. These tight muscle spazzes went on all morning and into the afternoon. After a while I figured that maybe we should time these things like they tell you to. So I started timing them with my kitchen timer. Every 5 to 13 minutes I would get up and walk around the house trying to ugghh with the pain, and they would go away. None of them were consistent (like they tell you they would get). Even though we were already 10 days overdue, we still weren't convinced that this was the real deal. The neighbor guy came over around 1:30pm to visit. He stayed for about an hour and decided it was funny that every few minutes I'd get up and ugghh around the couch in pain and then sit back down at the table and carry on a conversation. Finally around 3pm or so, I called to my Grandma's (where everyone was having Christmas that day) and talked to my Mom. Asked her what she thought....if we should go to town or what....since these pains still were not consistent. She said maybe to just go to town instead of sitting at home timing these things...maybe that would take my mind off of things. I called the hospital and they said that we should probably just wait until they were 5 minutes apart consistently. Forget that...we decided to venture to town since it's 30 minutes away. At least we would be in town if things started to progress rapidly. We were about 4 miles down the road and I had Mark stop the car at the stop sign so that I could get out and walk around the car. I walked around twice and I was ready to go again. He was worried I was gonna slip on the icy road. I just needed to walk. It felt better to walk off the pain. Onward we went again. We made it about another 10 miles to the first small town. We stopped again. This time I went into the bar and went to the bathroom. Onward again. Probably another 10 miles and we stopped at the gas station. I didn't get out. I stayed in the car reclining in my seat. Mark wanted to get a newspaper. Then into town we went. Now where do we go....Christmas shopping! First we went to Ron's Warehouse where I thought I did pretty well. Just every so often I would go into an empty aisle and ugghh over the cart and then VOILA! the pain was gone again. I think I went to the bathroom twice while we were in there. Then onto Kmart we went. Same thing there. To the bathroom two different times and ughhing over my cart in an empty aisle every so often. From there we were gonna go to Fleet Farm but on the way there decided that maybe I should probably eat something since I hadn't eaten much all day. So thru the Arby's drive thru we went. Figured a roast beef was probably better than a greasy burger. I laid reclined in my seat and while going up to the window Mark was questioning me whether I wanted to go to the hospital yet. Yeah, finally, maybe we should. He asked me whether we still had time to go across the street to McDonald's first since he wanted McDonald's. Yeah we could do that. I ate my sandwich on the drive to the hospital. We found a parking space in the lot and I started gathering my stuff and Mark asks, "Do I have time to eat my food?" Sure, eat your french fries and your double cheeseburger. After a few minutes I told him I was gonna venture in and get signed in or whatever and tell them the situation. I carried my duffle bag into the hospital and Mark came in a few minutes later after he was done eating. They found me a wheelchair and away we went. That was at about 7:00pm. Connor was born at 10:15pm.
2. How long was your labor? If you figure from 6am until 10pm -- then 16 hours.
3. Where did you deliver? Douglas County Hospital in Alexandria
4. Drugs? No drugs since we arrived too late and I was already at 7cm. Yep, this was the real deal. They did give me some drippy thing in an IV that was supposed to help, but it didn't. Just made me a little droggy.
5. C-Section? No
6. Who delivered? Dr Johnson. She is very nice and is still Connor's doctor today. Although on that day....she was at the movies with her family while we waited for her. It wasn't long after she arrived and Connor was born.
(Mark's cousin, Cindy, you have been tagged! You are next to add this gem to your blog. Have fun!)
Our happy boy
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