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October 25, 2005
Holy cuteness
Gus & Maggie dancing at Amy & Karl's wedding. They were born less than 24 hours apart!
John mentioned it looked like Gus' first prom picture. :)
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October 24, 2005
This is a learning moment, said John.
Ok, I've learned the hard way.
You shouldn't try to be involved in a TV show while the bathtub is filling up... not because it will overflow, not because your son will jump in and drown, oh no, not because of those two big, valid reasons.
You shouldn't watch TV while the tub fills because your lovely Gus will decide that not only is it time for him to take a bath, it's also time for... the stuffed bear... the baby doll (BABY BOB, more on him later)...the stuffed horse... another stuffed bear. I swear I heard his pitter patter from the living room to the bathroom and back, and it only seemed like 30 seconds, but in that time Gus managed to fill the tub with these items. I went in, unknowingly, to turn off the water. My brain had a hard time understanding what it was seeing.
Why is there a blue horse in the tub?
Why is Baby Bob...and the bear?...and, what?
"John!"
I grabbed the camera.
John comes in, Gus running excitedly behind.
He sees the wet carnage.
(Trying not to laugh) "Gus," says John, "This is a learning moment."
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October 18, 2005
Flying
Yes, these pictures were taken post-9/11.
No doctoring of the images have taken place.
I have never seen Gus so instantly enthralled and animated. I'm not sure the pilot intended for me to plop him in the seat, but it was sure worth it as Gus started pointing and talking about all he was seeing. When he reached over to touch some buttons, I was like, umm, honey? Maybe not... we do want to reach our destination safely.
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October 16, 2005
h o m e
home home home home home home home.
Nine days away from home.
Gus was so great, really put up with a lot of change, but today was the last straw. He was done with it, all of it. As we pulled into the alley, even in the dark, he said, HOME! YEA!
More stories to come, bed must come first. I have a week's worth of email to catch up on in the morning, so I need to rest my eyes.
Future entry topics include:
-150 ways to say NO (as dictated by Gus)
-How to not do laundry for nine days (not recommended for the faint of heart)
-Convincing Gus that riding in the SUV is really like riding in a truck
-Understanding that when Gus says he wants to go home, he means the place we just left (and can he mention how sick he is of leaving every place that he thinks is fun?)
-Gus meeting Charlotte, Emma, Jaime, Adele, Alyssa, Deeps, Cyrus, Anna, Danny, and Julie, and re-meeting tons of DeVylders
-Calling Auntie Ali not by her name but by the phrase "Where are you?" and us knowing who he is asking about
-Gus letting Tio Emilio pick him up and take him everywhere, without a peep
-OH, and how it RAINED AND RAINED AND RAINED FOR EIGHT DAYS but stopped raining two hours before cousin Amy's wedding on Saturday for a gorgeous, gorgeous day and evening. Amazing.
toodles. About 150 pictures to come, hopefully easier to get through.
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October 10, 2005
Tales from the road: Providence and Boston
We are in the midst of our east coast tour, the tour to end all tours, the tour that ends our traveling for the next little while (unless there is no bedrest in my future, then I'll be on the road until 38 weeks!).
We're on our Boston stop, staying with Alyssa and Deeps. Lucky us, so much fun, lots of laughing. Actually, we're staying with Alyssa and GUY. Um, every man other than Papa is called Guy. Case in point: we get on the plane to Providence Friday night. Gus is in his pajamas (it was 8:45, very necessary and strategic move on our part, I'd say). The pilot invites Gus to come in the cockpit before we take off. IN THE COCKPIT. Yes, it is post-September 11th and they didn't think Gus would cause harm, shocking. I have never seen Gus more awake and instantly engaged. I sat him in the co-pilot's seat (perhaps presumptuous of me, but whatever). I started taking pictures (sorry, can't download until I get home), and then the pilot took a picture of him. Oh. My. God. I asked Gus, "Who is this?" as I pointed to the pilot.
GUY!
The pilot says, "Well, I am the guy!"
So, fast forward to the here and now, in the company of Deeps. Now that Deeps knows that Gus indiscriminately uses the word Guy, he's not feeling so very special anymore. I beg to differ... I think GUY is not just for any guy. It's for the GUY of the moment, and Deeps, you're it.
We had the great opportunity to meet Cara, Earl and Charlotte today at the Children's museum (crazy place, but the little one's loved it). To remind you dear reader's of the Janna-Cara connection, we met while both on bedrest through a pregnancy discussion board. True email friends who got to meet and find out that we weren't crazy people (at least I tried to hide that part of me, tee hee). So much fun, we get to have some more play time tomorrow, such a treat.
I hear Gus downstairs asking, Where are you, Mama?
I know a cue when I hear it.
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October 05, 2005
Buddy
Two nights ago, as we're in bed, I was looking at a baby name book. At the time, we still didn't know if we were having a boy or a girl. Zeppo jumped up on the bed and nestled herself between us (all 72 pounds of her). I said, Zeppo, you pick a name for us (that's how successful I felt we were being to that point).
I opened up the book randomly, and held it in front of Zeppo.
I put my finger where her nose went first.
BUDDY. She picked BUDDY.
John started laughing and said, "Zeppo, you're such a dog."
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October 04, 2005
I'll never have to mow the lawn again...
...not that I mow it now, but having TWO sons and a lovely husband covers all the manual labor tasks that, frankly, I really don't like to do.
I mean, my sons are not going to be little. These boys are going to tower over me. I have my own little army. People, don't mess with me, because I now officially have a brood of boys.
Can you believe it? For a girl that grew up in a home with only a Mom (and trust me, there was nothing 'only' about my Mom, she pulled the weight of a mom, a dad and many others), I am being thrust even further into boy-dom. I love it.
Gus as a big brother!
The ultrasound was amazing... we basically got to see baby D2 for a whole hour, first with a technician who explained EVERYTHING and second with the doctor, who was amazing and explained everything and said the baby's measurements were right on, just perfect for the due date. The placenta stuff we were kind of worried about? No longer a worry. It's totally out of the way and not blocking the cervix at all. I mean, this visit was so perfect, everything was perfect... and was even better when the doctor said my cervix looked normal, no change. WHAT a relief. Now, I'm only 19 weeks, and I was 24 weeks when I went on bedrest with Gus, but I'm feeling much more optimistic now that I will be out in public for the duration of this pregnancy.
When the technician said, 'Do you see that?" and we saw THAT, I started crying... just so exciting to finally know what we're having.
Now we have to figure out a name... boy names are hard! But I don't have to buy any new clothes!
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