Archive for December, 2009

In the Nick of Time

December 24, 2009

St. Nick that is…we waited until the last possible day, but here’s Aiden’s first Santa picture.  Fortunately he’s still a little young to be bothered by the strange man who’s lap he’s sitting on.



First Tooth

December 21, 2009

Aiden’s first tooth is coming in!  Bottom front left.  Discovered by mom on 12/19/09 whilst knuckle pacifying a nearly napping boy who was having trouble finding his hand.  My shock forced me to disturb the peace to confirm, and sure enough…

First Tooth..Sorta...

Okay so this is a really useless picture, but we tried.  He’s guarding his precious tooth with his tongue like a goalie tending the net in a tied game rivalry.

Update: Aiden has two teeth now and I got ‘em!

Two teeth!

It’s Finally Looking a Bit Like Christmas

December 18, 2009

It’s amazing how having a child makes Christmas decorating THE most important thing after Thanksgiving.  I remember it from my childhood. My parents always did an awesome job of making our house feel merry and bright at this time of year.  Last year Dan and I were all about the scrooge, neglecting to even put up a tree.  But this year I’ve insisted that we kick it into high gear – for Aiden’s sake of course.  Christmas tree, holly, lights, stockings…the whole nine yards.  I even ordered Christmas cards that I’m actually excited about sending out.  Usually I just buy them, stress about them every day up to Christmas, and then end up packing them up with the rest of my wrapping supplies when Christmas is over (speaking of which, if you know someone that needs hundreds of generic Christmas cards, send them my way).  Anyhow, here is a look at what we’ve done.

Our tree
SONY DSC      Close-up

Stockings and stair railing  (Btw, it’s so weird to have stockings that say “Mom” and “Dad” on them.  Every time I see them, it makes me think of my mom and dad.)
Stockings Stairwell 

Drum roll please (start your drum roll)…4 strands of lights, 60 individual bulbs per strand, for a grand total of 240 imported Italian twinkle lights…(you better still be drumming)…JOY TO THE WORLD!!!

(Ok so we have a ways to go before we can compete with the Griswolds =)

In addition to the house preparations, it is also essential that Aiden pay a visit to Santa.  We attempted to go this past weekend with my sister and nephew, however, a late arrival and a long wait got the best of us.  I was determined to get something, however, so we took some pictures in the mall and at home with our tree.  We’ll head back this weekend better prepared for the madness.

In front of mall Santa’s workshop (too much going on in the mall to get Aiden to look at the camera) 
 Dad and Hey What's That Over There Mom and Fine I'll Look Without Turning My Head

Home shots
Pimpin' Ain't Easy Zombie Baby Christmas


After a hard day at the office
All in a day's work

Aside from the decorating and Santa visiting, I’ve been much more into Christmas music this year.  It’s exciting to me knowing that Aiden will one day grow to love these songs and the time of year they represent.  The other day we were getting out of the car and my favorite version of “Santa Claus Is Coming To Town” came on the radio.  You know, the Springsteen version.  I was so excited I ran to the back of the car, swung open his door, and started singing it to him with no restraint.  He just started laughing and smiling at crazy mommy, and I’m not going to lie…I got a little choked up.  He just oozed with the purest form of Christmas spirit and it breathed new life into the holidays for me.

Pregnancy – In One Post

December 9, 2009

Sometime a little over a year ago, I found out I was pregnant with the sweetness we’ve come to know as Aiden.  That’s right, I have no idea of the exact date I found out because at the time I was approaching the end of my first semester of teaching, what was to be my last semester of grad school (at least for the time being), and a crazy busy season of assistant coaching a high school varsity volleyball team.  Needless to say, I had my hands full.  So full in fact that I was at least  6 weeks pregnant before I even thought to take a pregnancy test.


Now in a perfect world, upon finding out about the state of my uterus, I would have started a pregnancy blog and wrote religiously about every thought, feeling, and disgusting body change that occurred as it happened, but like I said, I was busy…and tired…oh so very tired.  In fact, I all but slept away the first trimester waking only to go to work on most days.  I didn’t have any sickness, morning or otherwise, but I did develop a taste for fast food that I normally didn’t have.  This fact alone contributes to what made me suspect that I was pregnant in the first place…here’s how…

All new teachers will attest to the fact that you all but give up eating during the day in that first semester of teaching.  I was no exception, easily losing five pounds in the first nine weeks of class.  I just couldn’t find the time to eat and my body quickly adjusted and stopped  requesting calories.  That is until I became pregnant.

I didn’t understand what was happening at the time, but all of a sudden my hunger would not be ignored.  At first I was still able to make it through the school day, stopping at Burger King or Chick-fil-a or Subway on the way home.  But then came the day that I couldn’t make it…lunchtime rolled around and I HAD to eat.

So I went down to the cafeteria with a credit card and a 50 dollar bill – the only cash I had on me at the time.  I picked out a turkey sandwich and got in line.  When I reached the register, I handed over my credit card, but as I suspected, they didn’t take credit.  So I handed her the fifty.

“We can’t accept any bills larger than a twenty.”

What’s that?  Come again?  All of a sudden the prospect that I wasn’t going to get to eat the sandwich flashed before me, and I started to panic.  I mean surely, SURELY, there must be something that can be done.  I asked to see a manager (yes, in a high school cafeteria), but the bell rang (damn those twenty minute lunch breaks) and I had to book it back to my classroom, sans sandwich.  Later that day (still starving mind you) I walked around the corner to tell my friend Ashley about my behavior.

“Could you be pregnant?”

And there it was.  Four little words.  One giant possibility.  I went home immediately (that is of course after stopping by Burger King and devouring the best burger and onion rings I’d ever had)  and took a pregnancy test.

I managed to make it through the night with my little secret, wanting to think of a clever way to tell Dan, but the next morning I couldn’t take it anymore.  I woke up and told him that I’d had a dream that we were going to have a baby.  Then I told him it wasn’t a dream.  He was shocked and excited.

The rest of the pregnancy was kind of a blur.  Like I said, I pretty much slept the first trimester away and we didn’t tell anyone until I’d made it to the second which turned out to be a pretty good Christmas present.  I was still busy teaching and really didn’t have a lot of time to dwell on the way my body was changing.  Thinking back I was really happy for the distraction.  But certain things couldn’t be ignored and will never be forgotten.

*We found out it was a boy at our fourteen week ultrasound.  We weren’t expecting to find out then so while we were anxious to see the baby’s progress, we weren’t dying to get in there.  The ultrasound tech just kind of sprung it on us, and there was definitely no denying it was a boy.

It's a boy! 

*We decided on the name Aiden Christopher in a discussion that lasted less than two hours one random night.  It took us less time to pick out the name (including spelling) than any single baby item currently in our possession.

*He had hiccups easily 4 times a day from about 20 weeks on.  He had them during one of my doctor’s appointments and hearing it on the Doppler thing cracked me up.

20 weeks

*I never had heartburn until I was pregnant, and then I had it constantly.  I enjoy Tums.

*I know this might sound gross, but I kept the positive pregnancy test under my sink until a couple of months ago.  Don’t ask me what I was saving it for.  I just couldn’t bring myself to throw it away.


*My sister can throw one heck of a baby shower, and I have great friends and family.


*The most painful part of delivery for me was when they attempted to turn my little breach baby before signing me up for a c-section.  He didn’t budge.  This was 100% not how I envisioned that day would go for the 9 months leading up to it.

*My due date was July 15th, but he came on July 1st, 2 weeks early.  I did everything in my power to ensure that he would come early leading up to delivery.  In fact, when I asked Dan for any special memories that he had surrounding my pregnancy, these attempts were the only thing he could remember ;)

This feels like such a brief glimpse of a very significant 9 month period, but it really was an amazing first pregnancy.  I was very lucky then and even more lucky now.  Can’t believe this is what was in there the whole time…


Changing Diapers

December 3, 2009

At my baby shower sometime back someone asked me if I was going to be one of those “crazy” people that uses cloth diapers to which I quickly replied “no”.  Truthfully I was very uninformed on the matter because sadly back then the thought never even crossed my mind to use anything but disposables.  Now that I’ve had a baby for 5 months, however, I’ve become extremely aware of the amount of waste that is generated using disposable diapers.  And while I’ve never considered myself to be a crazy environmentalist by any stretch, I just can’t seem to ignore the large, smelly output of our house since Aiden came along.   It’s getting to the point where I’m starting to feel guilty when I change Aiden’s diaper unless it’s full to the brim, yet I feel guilty if I allow it to get that way.

So after I recently found out that babies are in diapers for 2-3 years (yes, I’m that clueless), I started looking into my options, and as it turns out, cloth diapering has really come a long way since the days when my parents did it.  It’s actually overwhelming the number of options that you have, many of which are basically washable disposables.  So because I don’t have enough laundry already, I’ve decided to slowly make the transition to exclusively using cloth diapers as we rid ourselves of the remaining size 2 diapers that we have.

Now I know that I have a small audience out there, many of which have either already raised their kids or do not yet have any, but if you’re interested in any of the research I’ve done (or know someone who might be), please let me know.  Like I said, it can be very overwhelming at first and if you’re not a research junkie like me you might quickly give up on the cause.  But I’m so excited about this that I’m just dying to help someone get started so please don’t hesitate to ask.  Of course you may want to talk to me in a month or two after I’ve actually used the diapers, but for anyone that’s curious, here are the top 5 things that helped me decide to try cloth:

1.  Less trash.  2-3 kids in diapers for 2-3 years = a lot of crap

2.  You can get a diaper that is just as easy  and convenient to use as a disposable and one diaper can adjust to fit your child through potty-training.

3.  There are very simple ways to avoid getting your hands into large amounts of poop (I think all parents know there’s no way to avoid poop altogether).  The washing machine does nearly all of the work.

4.  Soft, chemical free cotton on my babies bottom.

5.  Cloth diapers are really freaking adorable.

Thanksgiving on the Farm

December 3, 2009

We took our first road trip with Aiden over the Thanksgiving break down to Florida to see Dan’s side of the family.  We were anxious about the 6+ hours each way in the car, but we drove at night, and Aiden slept like the dead both ways.  We spent a majority of the trip with his Pop and Mema on their “farm” in Deland.  This was their first time meeting Aiden, and a good time was had by all.

Aiden meet goat:
Watch those fingers!

We’re not sure where his legs went in these:
Love him! Bleeeeaaat

Looking festive with his pumpkin hat and turkey bib, each grandparent provided:
Pumpkinhead Fun with Mema 

Mema and Pop (where’s Chuckie’s body…what the heck is going on?):
Pre-Thanksgiving Feast

We got Pop to hold Aiden once (when Dan plopped him down unexpectedly)…
Dan dumped him in his lap 

…but mostly he just poked at him.
Hey Pop

Meeting Great Grandmother:
88 years old

Four generations of Louches:
A lotta Louche         

Great Uncle Bill:
Uncle Bill was a fan

Before heading back Saturday night, we drove over to Orlando so Aiden could meet Uncle Darek, Aunt Amanda, and cousin Alyssa.  He also got the added bonus of seeing his Grandma and Rick (who needs a grandparent name).  Despite my best efforts to rally the troops for pictures, we got very little here.  We’re going to have to do better when they’re up for Christmas!  These are of Aiden and his cousin who was an awesome helper during our short stay.

 Thanksgiving Feast #2

Alyssa and Aiden

Sunday, my family came over to our house with tons of food, and we had yet another Thanksgiving feast.  Dan and I were like zombies from the drive, so no pictures, but the food and company were excellent. It really rounded out a wonderful first Thanksgiving for my little man (who’s now 5 months old, btw).