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Sibling Photo Shoot

Okay, let’s see there was something in the class about supporting the head
Almost, in Wilson’s defense, they never said anything about supporting the other end Don’t worry, Miller. Wilson can smile enough for both of you There we go, close enough!
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Do You Know Me?

I got this in an email from my mother-in-law. I thought this would make a fun post.

YOU fill in the blanks about ME and send it back to ME (since this is a blog post & not an email, just leave it as a comment!)

  1. Where did we meet?
  2. Take a stab at my middle name?
  3. Do I smoke?
  4. Color of my eyes?
  5. Do I have any siblings?
  6. What’s one of my favorite things to do?
  7. What’s my favorite type of music?
  8. Am I shy or outgoing?
  9. Am I a rebel or do I follow the rules?
  10. Any special talents?
  11. How many children do I have?
  12. If you and I were stranded on a desert island,what is one thing that I would bring?

I can’t wait to see the answers..

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Week In Review

Mom’s eye view: Part II

Granna & Big Daddy entertaining their favorite grandchildren.
Wilson had had a relaspe of the crud (he told me the after hours doctor told him he had crud in his eyes- so it IS the official diagnosis) and Miller had been the usual handful so we loaded them up and took them to the grandparents!! They both fell asleep on the way there. I offered to patch the hole in the wall if my parents would just let us drive the car through the house, into the den, and park it there until they woke up the next morning. I didn’t get any takers.

It’s how she rolls- sometimes . . .

Miller continues to amaze me with her ability to stay completely awake between feedings and need no nap. Equally astounding is her need to be held. Nearly at my wits end, I have purchased a sling. I get her in it happily about 2 out of every 3 times and when it works- it works. I look like the biggest granola crunching, tree hugging, fruitcake in the world, but the dishes get done and I don’t have to lug the heavy carseat across parking lots with her screaming all the way into a store.

Nothing better than a bed full of sleeping babies.

Well, except for babies’s beds filled with them sleeping in them instead of yours. Miller was sleeping until Phil put her down (again she must be held at all times). I was holding Wilson and Phil was holding Miller. He concluded this is why people have a third child- that way there’d be someone around to take pictures when both parents have their hands full doing something cute with the other kids. It was acutally pretty and not freezing all at the same time a couple of days ago. Wilson took his camping stove and a bucket of water out to his picnic table and cooked for hours. I wish I could have gotten close enough to video all the chatter, but that would, of course, messed him up and I wouldn’t have gotten a word and he would have quit playing all together.

I can however suplement with the highlight story of the week. Sunday night Wilson wanted to pop some popcorn. While we were eating it, he asked if I knew any popcorn stories. I said that I didn’t and asked if he did. He said that he did so I asked if he’d tell us. To my surprise he obliged:
“Once upon a time there was a little old lady who wanted to pop some popcorn for some children. So she did and she waited for them to come. And that’s all.”
One other cute Wilsonism from the week:
After school yesterday we went to Granna’s for lunch. Big Daddy came home and took his usual before and after lunch naps. He was asleep when we were leaving. A few blocks out of their neighborhood, Wilson yawned and said, I need a nap like Big Daddy. I looked back, not 30 seconds later, and he was out. It’s nice when the people in your children’s lives can be such good role models.
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What’s Going on Here

It’s been a long time since I’ve done a quiz here on Wee, Wee, Wee. Fortunately today, a photo op has provided us with the great opportunity for one.

What’s Going on Here:

a) Jack is coloring, again

b) Jack is trying to look into the window of Wilson’s psyche by studying his bathtime soap drawings

c) Jack, needing some time for personal thought and reflection, found this to be the only place to get some peace & quiet in this house (thanks to Colin for this great story!)

Tell me what you think- your guess is as good as mine. I found Jack back there, took the picture, fed Miller, and went to check on him. He was still there. It was not until he heard the rumble of the UPS truck that he got out. Must have been waiting on an important delivery- I think he’s late night QVCing again.

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How we are doing . . .

We have had many calls, emails, and blog comments with well wishes and wondering “how are you doing?”. I have finally gotten a positive report from my doctor, so I feel much more confident blogging- “We’re doing MUCH better”. The past two weeks have been a bit full with a 3 three year old with the 2nd ear infection of his life and a terrible cold, a newborn (that would be enough but . . .) a newborn with an apparent intolerance to lactose, a daddy with a yucky cold, and a mom with a Cesarean incision that has just not wanted to close. But now, after an arsenal of antibiotics, antihistamines, decongestants, steroids, a few cans of Enfamil Pro Sobee, half a bottle of Mylycon, four trips to the OB to be “repacked”, a month of skipping the church nursery to avoid this, and a week of missing school to not get worse, I think we are on our way to a new normal very soon. I say new normal, because I’m getting to the stage of new parenthood where I coming to the realization that what I used to think was normal will never be again. And that’s okay- adding a new family member can’t be done without shaking things up a bit.

Anyway, Wilson’s cough is sounding much better. Phil seems almost normal- which may or may not be concerning- Just teasing!! His shot seemed to have made him a much happier person. To spare the weak of stomach, I’ll be short on details of my woes the past few days. The “light” version is that a pocket of fluid had accumulated due to surgery and chose the path of least resistance (my incision) for escape. Today my doctor thought my incision finally seemed well enough to leave alone, so hopefully I won’t see her again for another 2 weeks. Miss Millie was up over her birth weight at her 2 week check up and impressed her doctor with her strength and ability to hold up her head. She has rolled over twice and when angered she can backwards scoot out of her diaper (and thereby wetting her mamma’s side of the bed) and twice out of her gown. That temper must come from the Ethridge side, we Wilson’s are always in complete control ;)! Miller’s tummy seems much better with the new formula and she has not had the hours on end crying spells that she was having. The pediatrician doesn’t think she has an allergy and felt like she’d probably be a better baby in a couple of months without making any changes, but went on and had us switch formulas to see if it would help in the mean time to make life a little easier. And it has. She ate at about 9:30 last night, 2:30 this morning and then again at 6:30, all with little to no crying. Now, she did throw up causing me and her to need new pj’s in the middle of the night and she did have an explodo-poop diaper at my doctor’s office today. From the later experience I learned if they put you in an exam room to change a diaper- one large latex glove will hold an entire 3 piece poopy baby outfit. But I digress.

So onward and upward for the Ethridges . . .

We might need to up our contribution to the medical cafe plan!

What a great way to spend a sick day . . . camped out in your tent with dad watching Sesame Street clips on his new iPod touch

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Photo Update

One’s arm & hand just don’t recover from sleeping with them in this position for hours on end, but at least there was a quiet baby for a few hours on end
Miller in her “pretty clothes”, camped out in one of her favorite spots, her lamby blanket. She dressed up that day because she thought she was leaving the house, but plans changed, so we just took a picture instead.
Pretty cute, aren’t they?
Fancy Shoes

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Snow Day

Fortunately the snow came on a Saturday, so we didn’t have to shut down the whole state. And you know with this kind of accumulation, roads would have been closed and kids would have stayed home from school:

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What a Great Big Brother


Wilson teaching Miller “Where is Thumbkin” (Pointer, Tall Man, etc.)
Millie was not being the best host to her namesake great-grand parents. Wilson brought her his best Big Car and began telling her all about it and she immediately quit crying! What a great helper!