Birthdays and Projectile Poop

Yes, I am down to being a single person (as in, not pregnant, still married). The cute little surfer-esque looking baby is Michael. He is healthy and perfect, but the main reason for my sabbatical from blogging is because we moved. I really have been running around like crazy trying to get everything done, and I still have not unpacked everything after over 2 weeks in this house. So now that it has been over a month without any updates, so much has happened that I'll have do quick recaps.

Friday, May 29: Threw a birthday party for Alex--something I never want to do again, but I can't leave Bekah out so I'll have to do it one more time. Thank goodness the other kids are too young to know about it.

Saturday: Started planting our garden at the new house. Went to a "End of 3rd year of medical school" bbq at a friends house.
Sunday: Went to church, came home and made Alex's birthday dinner: chocolate chip pancakes with whipped cream, sausage, potatoes, and broccoli. At least the pancakes were whole wheat. Then we did presents and I made his purple-dragon-blowing-orange-fire birthday cake request.




 Can you tell what he's into? At least the cake wasn't transformers.

Monday: Labor day. Wait--no, Memorial day :) I was in labor by 6am. We went to finish the garden from 9am-12pm. Ate lunch, sat around wishing I could sleep, but I'd have been woken up every 5 min, so I didn't. Matt put on a movie (Transformers--again) to kill time while I was trying to decide if and when I needed to go to the hospital. At 4pm, I thought we should probably go, so we dumped the kids at a friend's house and went over. At 6:54pm, we got to see what the little 6 lb 2 oz guy looked like.

We told Alex a long time ago that the baby wouldn't be here until after his birthday. So he says, "So it will be my birthday and the next day the baby will come?" I said, "Well, no, not the next day, but a week or two later." I had to eat my words because he was right about it being the very next day. Hooray for him coming early and making it easier to move.


Bekah kept referring to him as "the baby boy". "Is the baby boy asleep?" "Does the baby boy have blue eyes or brown eyes?" "The baby boy is crying." I kept telling her that his name is Michael and after a week or so she would say, "Is the baby bo...............what's his name again?" I think it took a good 2 weeks for her to remember his name.



Friday, June 4: Packed up the 4 kids to take Michael to a doctor's appointment. Things were great until we got into the little room. There is an exam table and a chair available to the patient and company. So all the kids are up on the table and the car seat was on the chair. The nurse tells me to get him undressed in order to weigh him. I do that and notice that he needs his diaper changed. So as I'm wiping his tush, he lets go of what his intestines had been brewing. In an instant he took out the diaper pad, the exam table, 2 square feet of linoleum flooring, the entire length of my jeans, and my shirt. I quickly slap a diaper on him and lay him on that paper stuff while trying to elbow Keturah away from the infected area and yelling to Bekah to hold her back and telling Alex to grab me some more wipes. About 12 seconds after the incident, the nurse pokes her head in to see if we were ready. It probably looked like we had a food fight with mustard bottles in that room, but she was a quick thinker and takes Keturah and passes me a huge stack of paper towels. After the floor and table were clean and I was moving on to my clothes, the nurse set Keturah down and went to get Michael to weigh him. I hear her announce, "Uhhh, he did it again." There was a giant puddle of urine underneath him. I said, "What in the world? He had a diaper on, how did he do that?" I heard the nurse joke about him having "magic pee-pee power" and Alex erupts in laughter, which may or may not have had a tinge of jealously to it. So I grab Keturah, wipe the table, and the nurse wipes Michael and takes him to the scale. 5 lbs 13 oz. 5 minutes previous would have had him at birth weight I'm sure. So once she's done her bit, I put Michael in the car seat and go to work on my pants, only to be interrupted by the doctor a few minutes later. At least they don't keep you waiting here. By the end of the appointment Keturah was done, so I walked out with wet, yellow-stained clothing, carrying a purse, a diaper bag, and a car seat, dragging a one-year-old along on my right leg, and trying to herd the other two towards the door. From that point on, my life has been complete chaos.
The rest of the month was spent packing, moving, cleaning, and unpacking--not to mention the feeding, changing, consoling, bathing, etc. of all the kids.

 At 3 weeks, the excrement accidents have calmed down, and he's getting cuter everyday.





And that's all folks!