Sunday, April 20, 2014

Bring On the Cuteness! (March)

Eva at one month old.  Yep, that's the cutest smile ever!  And those wonderful baby yawns!  And clear blue eyes! The pics of Davis in his Sunday clothes are from on week when he picked out his outfit and came down the stairs with his hands in his pockets.  He informed me he looked like a grown up because his hands were in his pockets.  So I had to take a picture of my grown up boy.  

Davis always want to hold Eva.  Every day he asks to hold her - unless she is crying.  Nana also loves to hold Eva.  Surprisingly, Noah has not asked to hold Eva.  He just likes to talk to her and sing to her and check on her.

And the boys tried on Grandpa's hat while he was visiting.  And then they showed their true faces.  And I just had to put my favorite picture of Eva again.

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Where Did The Time Go?

Time is a sneaky thing.  Some days, it seems to take forever for one hour to pass by, and then all of a sudden the day is over.  Some weeks, every day feels like an eternity, and then, in a blink of an eye, the week is over.  It feels like we have had Eva forever.  And it feels like she just got here.  Don't ask me.  I don't understand.

So, tomorrow she will be seven weeks old.  At least I think so.  I think last week she was six weeks old, but again, that sneaky time thing could have taken hold of my brain.  But, really, seven weeks old.  I haven't posted a single picture since we left the hospital.  How unlike me!  And I don't think I will today, either.  I might change my mind before I finish typing this, though.  Because Eva is really, really, really, cute.  But I just wanted to record some things before I forgot.

Let's start with Noah.
Man, he is funny.  He is in that "talk all the time and sometimes its really funny and sometimes you just want him to stop talking" stage.  But one of the funnier comments came at breakfast a week or so ago.  We had the curtains by the table closed while we ate because it was so sunny outside, and I opened them before Noah was done.

He covered his eyes and said, "Ow!  The sun bonked my eyes!"  That was a hard one not to laugh and laugh and laugh at.  But lately he really doesn't like to be laughed at and yells, "That's not funny," so I did my best to refrain.

Yesterday at Nana's house for our family Easter party, Nana said to Noah, "Noah, come here."  To which Noah replied, "Just give me 30 seconds."  Who is this kid?

I hope Noah can overcome his sleep issues before he hits puberty and really needs the sleep.  Because he still sleeps like a baby.  Not the good kind.  The kind that wakes up all night.  He quit napping (again) the day Eva was born.  And he often wakes up more than Eva at night.  A few nights ago Darren went in to check on him because his cry was a little panicked.  Darren came back a few minutes later after Noah had quieted down.  I asked what the problem was.  Apparently Noah had a booger on his finger.  Excellent reason to get your sleep-deprived parents out of bed in the middle of then night.

On to Davis.
He doesn't love school.  He loves recess.  He loves the song, "Let It Go" from the movie "Frozen" (so does Noah - we often have dance parties in the kitchen and listen to that song, but Davis informed me I am not allowed to sing out loud because then he can't hear Elsa's voice in the song.).  He loves corn dogs, macaroni and cheese, and chicken sandwiches.  Although I think that watermelon and cantelope are his standing favorite fruits.  He is really excited to go into 1st grade next year because they get three recesses!

He punched a friend at recess last week because the boy was being too bossy.  The teacher talked to them and Davis was very honest about what happened.  He felt like it was fair turn around.  He still got a lecture on the way home and I said "hit" instead of "punch" and then he threw a fit because he did not "hit" the boy.  He punched him.  Big difference - one with an open hand, the other with a fist.  Davis was going to be honest, but he wasn't going to cop to hitting anyone.

And Eva.
My beautiful girl.  Having a newborn baby is hard.  She was so sweet for the first few weeks.  Nursing turned out to be too painful (that girl can suck!) so she got pumped breastmilk for awhile, then just formula.  She ate every four hours.  Slept most of the rest of the time.  Then about four or five weeks after she was born, she started crying.  For no reason.  She wouldn't sleep during the day.  Which turned out to be nice at night because she only got up once, maybe twice during the night to eat because she was so exhausted.  Around that same time she started occasionally sleeping from 8 pm till 4 or 5 am!  We finally decided that she had silent reflux (she has only spit up two or three times ever).   We switched formula and now she does much better.  She has started taking better naps during the day and still sleeps well at night.

She first smiled the day before she turned 1 month old.  But today she really took it to the next level.  It was our first time, as a family of 5, that all of us went to church.  And during the Sacrament, I was whispering to her and she kept smiling a great big smile - crinkled eyes, mouth wide open, lopsided smile-  and almost laughing!  I told Darren to get his phone out at take a quick picture (he didn't think it was very appropriate, but you should have seen how cute she looked!) but by the time he got it out of this pocket and ready, she had stopped.

So there is a little bit of what has been happening at our house in the time that seems to have slipped away.  I think the next post will have some pictures in it.  Maybe just pictures and no words.  Lots of pictures. :)

Sunday, March 9, 2014

Welcoming Eva Elaine Buttars!

Well, lets just get started.  I was soooo done being pregnant.  It seemed to go on forever and my body protested every day.  And I felt HUGE.  So we opted to have the delivery induced a few days early.  So, early on Monday morning, Feb. 24, we headed to the hospital leaving Grandma and Grandpa with the boys.  All went well, only 4 1/2 hours labor before our beautiful daughter was born.  And I was so surprised to see she had blond hair!  I always pictured her in my head having lots of dark hair,  the spittin' image of her mama.  But she sure did not look like me.  Alot like Davis.  A bit like Noah.

After a little cuddling and cleaning, Darren followed Eva to the nursery to be cleaned more and checked over.  And then I apparently started bleeding and didn't stop.  My wonderful nurse, Sabrina, was very calm and at first I didn't think much of it.  Until I couldn't really think well at all and I started to feel nauseous.  And I kept bleeding.  Dr. Wood came back in as soon as she could and fixed the problem by finding a little left over placenta.  But the consequences were a loss of almost half my blood and it will apparently take me about two months to fully build up the supply again.

I was so ready to come home after two pleasant days in the hospital.  But I had to have someone with me constantly for a week or two and I found my limitations from the blood loss and weakness were more than expected.  And nursing didn't go so well.  I kept bursting into tears for no apparent reason.  And sometimes because it hurt so bad.  And sometimes because I was so tired.  And sometimes because I couldn't get up and shower without wearing myself out.  But after two weeks, we have sorted things out and are adjusting well.  Not so much crying.  And checking all labels to find extra sources of iron.

Davis and Noah love their new little sister.  Every time Eva makes a little noise, Noah says, "Oh!  I better check on Eva!"  And runs to make sure everything is ok.  Davis begs to hold her as much as he can.  And they have both been better than expected having to share a big chunk of the time with a new baby.

Sledding on New Year's Day 2014

We rang in the new year with a trip to the sledding hill by the junior high.  We all had a blast!  Davis got braver and braver and by the time we left he was flying down the icy hill from the very top.  Noah couldn't get enough of sledding.  He and Darren rode together and they raced Davis from the top.  I tried riding with Noah at first, but the icy, bumpy hill was a little more than me and my very pregnant belly could handle.  So I became the sled holder at the top of the hill so they could get on their sleds before the sled went sledding without them.

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

"Fire Hair"

Last night I had my hair cut and colored so it would look good for the Big D-day and well beyond that.  I wanted a little something different so I wouldn't feel quite so frumpy in those first few pajama-clad weeks of having a newborn.  So I went darker, with very red highlights.  Love it.

This morning, in the kitchen, Noah looked up in the middle of playing with his toys and said, "Mama, you have brown (sounds like bwown because he still can't say his L's or R's very good) hair."  I kneeled down so he could see close and told him to look for the red.  Davis came over and proclaimed in awe, "You have LAVA hair!"

I went upstairs after breakfast to tell Darren what they had said and Noah followed and was again absorbed in playing with his toy animals by the bed.  As I repeated what Noah had said, he must have been listening because he whispered, "Fire hair!"

I wanted something that would be noticed and I guess I got it.  If my little boys notice, I suppose others will too!

Monday, February 10, 2014

The Things Noah Says

Noah says the funniest things.  But I never seem to remember them.  Or write them down.  And alot of the "funny" part of what he says is watching his face, which is soooo full of expression.  And it just doesn't translate well into written form.  But here are a few of his bits of wisdom lately.

My all time favorite is when I get home from somewhere and the boys have been left home with Darren, Noah runs to me and says, "Mommy!  I missed you!"  Sometimes he says, "Mommy!  I love you!"  And occasionally he says, "Mommy!  I lost you!  And now I found you!"  Melts my heart every time.

We almost always take our shoes off when we get home.  Not because we are trying to keep our carpet clean (impossible!), but just because it is more comfortable.  Occasionally, I leave my shoes or boots on because it is just too hard to reach down there and get them off.  A few days ago, I have left my brown boots on after running errands and I had started cooking.  I walked into the living room and Noah took one look at my boots and said, "Take your boots off in my home!"   So I did.

Last night, Darren and Davis and Noah went to Nana and Bumpa's house to ask them to help sponsor Davis in his school Academic Olympics.  The kids had to reach the academic goals each grade set and then people donate money to the school.  Anyway . . . On the way home, Noah saw the moon and the stars and said, "Look, Dad!  The moon woke up!"

     Noah and I have started going regularly to story time at the library on Mondays.  He is uncharacteristically shy there, and always sits on my lap instead of on the carpet with the other kids.  But he loves the stories and especially loves dancing with the egg shakers or scarves.  And of course, the bubbles and the stamp on the hand at the end are what really gets him there each week.  Last week, there was an older lady substituting for the younger girl who is usually there.  She was not quite as engaging as the regular teacher, and kind of rushed through things.
     Today, when I asked if Noah wanted to go to story time, he first said yes, then added, "But not the yucky girl.  Just the good girl in the chair."  I knew the older lady was going to be there again this week, but I didn't tell him that.  All the way to the library he kept saying, "Not the yucky girl in the chair.  Just the good girl in the chair."  At some point, it changed from "good girl" to "warm girl."  I asked him why he called her the warm girl.  "Because she is not the yucky girl."  Ok.  Warm is better than yucky, I suppose.
     I was so worried that we would get in there and he would see the older lady and call out, "Not the yucky girl!"  But he didn't.  Until the very end after most people had dispersed and she was busy in the front doing something and we had been chilling toward the back reading a book.  Noah looked up and asked, "Where's the yucky girl?"  I pointed toward the front, he said "Oh" and we went back to reading the book.  Embarrassing situation avoided.  But we are both hoping the "warm girl" is back next week.

Monday, January 27, 2014

Happy New Years! 2013 (Almost 2014!)

Despite the cold going around, we held our New Year's Eve party at our house.  Yummy food and fun games, one of which was Pictionary, which is becoming a New Year's Eve tradition.  Nana, Bumpa, Lora, Brock and Beckum, Tina (neighbor and friend) and her sister, and Breanna (our babysitter and friend) joined us for a fun night.

Happy New Year's Everyone!