The Bumblebaby Buzz

Happy Holidays and all that jazz....

2009-12-19T18:56:00.000-08:00

His first Christmas...where has time gone? Daddy will not be with us this year and so the holiday has been hit with a little hum drum, but, on we march...the tide ever changing and life flowing just as it always does. Little Punky...ready to shred the paper and eat the boxes! He is so precious and the best Christmas present I will ever get for the rest of my life. He's quite busy this kid...all over the place is an understatement. I don't think I will ever have to worry about dieting again cause I don't have time to eat!

Here's to a very happy holiday and a new year full of hope, joy, acceptance, forgiveness, new beginnings, the shedding of old and the rebirth of new thicker, tougher skin. Here's to letting go of regret and embracing the life and love that is ours for the taking. And here is to the selflessness we achieve as parents that is cultivated by unconditional love.

Our love to you all this Christmas and always!

Punky's First Thanksgiving

2009-11-26T17:29:00.000-08:00

Here we are...the prime rib spread, the garlic mashed potatoes, the bacon boiled green beans and fresh, warm rolls...a pumpkin pie and a cherry pie on the counter. The napkins match the placemats which match the dishes which match the kitchen. And in the midst of all the colors and smells and flavors is the one and only Punky Bear...knawing on a rib bone...celebrating yet another first.

His appetite is as endless as the joy he brings every life he touches. At nine and a half months he is 27 pounds and 31 inches tall. He's our big boy...so independent and smart and funny. He has a facial expression for every thought accompanied by a hand gesture. He waves hello to people only he can see and cries very little. He's talking and trying very hard to walk. For a little guy that has been through such transition in his life already he is social, happy, adventurous and fearless.

He is what makes grown men cry, women swoon, mothers hug their children tighter, expectant mothers anxious to hold their own and single women, craving a family of their own, that much more impatient for Mr. Right. And as much as he is mine...he is a gift to this world sent from God to remind us that someone is in charge, that love still exists in our world and that perfection is possible. He is life.

Big Boy

2009-06-10T07:27:00.000-07:00

Little Xander is growing at alarming rate...just under 4 months old and he's already over 17 pounds and nearly 27 inches! He is everything they promise babies to be...purely magical...and each day means a new discovery. His new favorite toy is his pee-pee which he plays with ALL THE TIME and heaven help you should you distract him. He is so special...commanding the attention of the room the minute he enters it he laughs and drools and uses his tongue in conversation like Italians use their hands!

We are enjoying every waking second of him.

Race for the Cure

2009-04-20T16:36:00.001-07:00

Falling in line with the "cha-chas for the ta-tas" little Xander and I participated (thank you again, Uncle David) in our first charity event. Though it took a lot out of me as I'm still not feeling up to par there is a nice sense of achievement coupled with a happy heart for being a part of an event like this one. There were over 7,000 participants in Spokane this year which is a drastic increase from last year's 3,000. It was moving and motivating...humbling and thought provoking at the same time. You cross the finish line and turn to applaud the survivors crossing via their own personal line and receiving a ribbon metal all the while thinking...WOW...and I complained about my coffee being too bland today? The once, twice, three time survivors...the mothers, daughters, grandmothers, aunts, sisters, cousins, coworkers, friends as they proudly sport their pink
t-shirts are a reminder that we are all effected in some way by this disease and that day by day, cancer continues to take lives.

I received news shortly after finishing the walk that my dear friend in California is ill again and I sighed with a deeper understanding of why our participation in this fight is so important. I shed tears for the strangers who wore the names of their family members and friends on their backs and made eye contact with them, silently acknowledging our kindred spirits. To my sister, my girlfriend, my kindred spirt, Sonja...I'm rooting for you, girl, and you're heavy on my heart and mind today and always. The sore feet and achin' thighs are the least we can do to bring a smile to your beautiful face. I love you, my friend.

I have decided to make this a tradition with the baby and I and to shadow box his t-shirts and a photo from each race so that he can keep them as souvenirs but more importantly as a reminder of how imperative it is to join in this fight...how important it is to care...how even he, asleep in his stroller for all three miles, made a difference that day just by being there because THAT, my friends, at 30, 40, 50, 60, 70 and even at two months old is what this journey we call life is all about.

Just say no to...grass?

2009-04-20T16:31:00.001-07:00

Little Punky had his first out-of-sock experience this weekend and was none too impressed with the feel of wet grass between his toes. Doing his best impersonation of a pink flamingo he stood on one foot with Uncle David as an anchor and sent dirty looks in our direction. Of course I didn't have the camera on and of course I have had ZERO success recreating the moment.

Lessons we Mommies learn one oops at a time I suppose.

Easter and suits and shots...oh my!

2009-04-14T22:54:00.000-07:00

Hello all...

So the little guy experienced his first Easter. He didn't make much sense of the basket although he touched it and stared curiously at the contents. He liked the touch me book and still makes funny faces when I pull his fingers across the fishy scales. The clip on tie was not a hit...but thank god for stuffed ducks that squeak! The goodies seemed to redeem the day a bit. I think he's convinced he's famous with all the pictures we take on a daily basis and he would be correct in his assumption. No doubt a little confusing to be so loved and so tortured at the same time. He woke up to kisses and quacks and was hauled to the doctor's office for his first real set of shots. There were two injections and one oral given when all was said and done. He did cry...but not for long. He's a trooper this kid. Mommy was more traumatized than baby was! And Daddy, for being a guy who doesn't like needles so much, handled himself quite well.

Another adventure in child rearing.
My oh my the things we learn as the days goes by all too quickly.

So this is what the buzzzz is all about

2009-04-01T16:25:00.000-07:00

There are sleepless nights and moments of complete and total exhaustion...
There are tears I don't understand and a different cry for everything...
There are minutes of peace and hours of panic...

And through all of these things...as moments morph from joy to fear and just when I think I know something I realize I know nothing he looks at me with those big blue eyes and he sees his mother.

It has defined me...
It has changed me...
It has brought me to life.

And I wouldn't trade this feeling for anything in the world.

Its almost time...

2009-01-26T12:12:00.000-08:00

Hello friends and folks!
The time is drawing ever near...the little guy is all over the place, still sitting pretty low and upside down already. Occasionally I feel a foot in my ribs but most of the movement is lower abdomen. He is roughly 7 pounds and over twenty inches...ahead of the average size by about two weeks. The doc has expressed zero concern about him coming early but I've been moved up to weekly visits due to some swelling issues from retaining so much water. I'm carrying an extra gallon which accounts for about 7 pounds...not so fun. I have to keep my feet up as often as possible and sitting still when you live in the land of laundry and dishes does not come easy for me. I also get really stiff so its pretty tough to relax. I'd rather be up and moving regardless of how quickly I tire out.

I've found a name I'm absolutely in love with though Douglas is still steadfast with Xander. Im lovin' Landon...it was one of those complete moments of clarity. I heard the name while out and about and it has been haunting me for about two weeks now. So...there's a good chance change is coming...you just never know.

I've had some braxton hicks (fake contractions) but again, the OB says he is incubating for the long haul. My due date is 2/18...the professionals seem to concur that he's going to hang in there at least that long so its looking like a Pisces to add to the clan. Im pretty happy with that...being a Pisces myself I know how utterly fabulous we are. :-)

I just want him to be here! When I'm tempted to moan and groan about the discomfort I imagine how unpleasant it must be for munchkin to be squished in there and my empathy overrides my own physical woes. I've found the perfect birth announcements...complete with bumblebees! Too exciting...Gram is definitely a part of this process.

The nursery is coming along...everything is as organized as it can be until they are able to finish painting and refinishing the ceiling. Baby and I are both packed and ready for the big day. I couldn't decide on a coming home outfit so I just HAD to go buy a new one but thats all you're getting out of me until the birth announcements are mailed so don't try it!

Love and hugs to you all...we're on the home stretch!

Only 7 weeks to go...

2009-01-09T09:54:00.000-08:00

And the little peanut is the size of a 36 week old baby! He's just under 6 pounds, 19 1/2 inches long. I think he's going to have the Janda height...he sure has some chubby cheeks! He kicked me through the whole ultrasound and has decided my bladder is his pillow. They confirmed that his feet are what is dancing around in my ribs and he has a round, chunky tummy. So, looks like Doc wasn't joking about me having a big one! He is predicted to be a minimum of 8 1/2 pounds, at least 23 inches long as according to the professionals, he is gaining approximately 1/2 pound and about 1/2 inch every week. Douglas was 6 pounds, 12 ounches and I was 8 pounds, 11 ounces. So much for being somewhere in between!

The ultrasound tech said he looks like the gerber baby...chubby cheeks, round face and bill full pouty lips. He is becoming more and more active everyday and he is already upside down creating quite the achy breaky panic in my naughty bits. Good times, good times...

Update: It's a boy!

2008-12-30T11:16:00.000-08:00

Shortly after having my appendix ripped from my body (okay, that was slightly dramatic but it really was a traumatic experience) we found out in October that the peanut is a he. Douglas couldn't be more thrilled and Dad is over the top excited (he bought pee pee tee pees the day he found out we were expecting!)

So it's my boy stirring in there...kicking furiously through out the day as if my bladder has personally done something to offend him. If I didn't know better I'd think I was carrying a Beckham but I won't complain...he's busy, my son...MY son. Ah the wonder of it all.

Dreams of You

2008-08-12T09:47:00.000-07:00

When sleep finally finds its way to me
And darkness clouds my view
I patiently wait to drift to that place
Where I'm greeted with dreams of you.

I hear you giggling from afar
See your footprints down the hall,
I smell the powder I've patted you with,
And listen for your call.

But you, my baby, are resting still
Growing big and strong
And I can feel you tickling me
And pray it won't be long

Before you're here and I can feel
What other Mommies do
The realness of life's greatest gift
Creating dreams with you.

Broadway, Baby!

2008-08-08T12:38:00.000-07:00

The baby must have heard them...the minute the nurse exclaimed "we have the baby on camera!" the little peanut started a circus worthy display of acrobatics complete with waving arms and bubbles. I proudly exclaimed, "Yep...that one is mine!" all the while waiting for the tight rope and umbrella to appear on the screen.

I cannot explain the joy that so completely consumes me when I see that tiny heart beating...when I get the reassurance all mothers need that my child is safe and sound.

This experience amazes, delights and awes me on a minute to minute basis. The only enhancement I can imagine will top this feeling is finally meeting the bumblebaby.

YAWOD

2008-08-04T14:59:00.000-07:00

In the world of merging couples names (we have TomKat, Brangelina, etc.) I am taking it a step further and merging the two things that, as the host body of a seemingly fickle baby, have become very endearing and nickname worthy to me: yogurt and water.

No, I don't mix them...but for whatever reason they are the only two things that I can successfully keep down therefore securing my loyalty to each. I tried to be sneaky...outwit the hormones so to speak but they were wise to this prego's game. I had two slices of toast AND some yogurt, victoriously proclaiming a half hour later, "Ta-da! I have found the cure! I have a vice! I can eat to-" My proclamation was cut off but my body convulsing and the toast angrily making its way out of my stomach. I swear if bread had a face those thick country home slices would have been sticking their tongues out at me, laughing and chucking crust at my sweaty forehead.

So, I have embraced it...my yawod (which for those of you who haven't yet figured out means Yogurt And Water Only Day) because really, who am I to upset the beauty of simplicity? Who am I to complain when yogurt comes in every flavor besides big mac and is incredibly good for the body? Who am I to feel sorry for myself as I bitterly suck down what feels like gallons of water an hour only to pee them out and have to replace them? One can only chalk such nonsensical negativity up to mood swings and sporadic emotional outbursts.

But not this one.

No.

My brain assures me that I am the ONLY pregnant woman who has ever had morning sickness, water retention, frequent urination, minute by minute meltdowns and a love/hate relationship with water and yogurt.

I am the queen of YAWOD.

Strawberry Pie

2008-08-03T05:58:00.000-07:00

Strawberries came up in casual conversation...and it was all down hill from there.
After calling Shari's restaurant (my first choice), Perkins, Safeway and Yokes I finally found an Albertsons with a strawberry pie. When I arrived I was so pleased to see that customer service is alive and well and that the cashier had taken me seriously, setting my pie aside in a bag on the customer service counter. I opened the bag with anticipation and slowly deflated as I stared at the drizzled strawberry sauce on what appeared to be very hard and very old whip topping. "This won't do," I muttered to myself, shuffling quickly back to the bakery department in my house slippers praying no one I knew would see me.

I settled on a boston cream cake with large strawberries on the top. Three large slices later I was miserable, rolling around at home unable to get comfortable. To think... I not only drove 20 minutes to get that pie but settled for temporary satisfaction of what has become a permanent craving.

A Poem for Baby

2008-08-02T10:01:00.001-07:00

My sweet little Bumblebaby...

You are safely stirring in my womb,
Your presence known and praised;
It's only been two months, today,
But I continue to count the days.

I hear your laughter in my sleep,
I see glimpses of your birth;
And I smile, thankful, I've been blessed
With the greatest gift on Earth.

I rest my hands atop my tummy
And feel you when you flutter;
I whisper and wait to feel you calm
For it's my instinct as your mother.

You will someday know the change in me
That having you has inspired
You bring me the peace and happiness
I have needed and desired.

As you grow inside of me
Know that I am growing too...
Your body in my arms will be true bliss
But my heart's already holding you.