Saturday, October 31, 2009
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
So that day, I thought, gee, we should come out here and take some pictures. But being a napping Nazi, I actually very rarely take everyone out of the house at the same time. Too much work for my taste. But the seasons are changing FAST and I began to fear that by the time we made it out there the leaves would have all fallen off and we'd be left with tree trunks and dead sticks. Not so pretty. So into the van we climbed, and Nick trusted my directions to get us back to this park. And I did!
And, on the way, Ava threw up. That child has never thrown up in her life. And she threw up on the way to our photo shoot. We'd packed a change of jeans for Scott because he'd been having a few accidents over the busy weekend with Grandma Jane and the birthday, so we changed Ava into those, and zipped her sweatshirt up over her wife-beater undershirt and called it good.
So we park next to these rocks that I think the kids will play on, and we all climb out, and that's when I realize that it doesn't quite look how I want it to. First up, the trees are so tall that I can't get all the gorgeous yellow and orange and even PURPLE leaves in the shot. The trees are blocking the light from hitting us the way I want it too, and it's like too high in the sky or something. I dunno. Then add in the fact that I had just read in my new book how to make a blurry background and keep the kids in focus, but I remembered it wrong. Dad- something about the depth of field? I wanted a short depth of field, I think. Either way, I needed to use a LOW f-stop, but for some reason I thought I needed a HIGH one. So none of them turned out that way.
Then we moved to the other side of the street, but for some reason I didn't see this horrible like, BEAM of light hitting the rock, so all these are bust too.
Long story short, I took 194 pictures that morning. After I got them on the computer, I deleted it down to 40. Of those 40, these are the best. And not one of them is what I was going for. When am I going to figure this out? Dad- teach me!!! And, worst of all, why didn't we get any shots of Grandma Jane with the kids? I literally didn't take ONE picture of her with them all weekend! Sorry Grandma!
Oh yeah, after that, we went into Mystic to try and get brunch before we took Grandma Jane to the airport. Let me tell you, that was its own disaster. I would retell it, but it will serious make me so mad that it'll ruin the rest of my day! It took us over and hour, and we finally ate right on the RI border. And wanna know something, remember that movie Mystic River? Was that here in this Mystic?
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
All right, now this next shot was at 2:43 in the morning, I'm laying in one of those little triage gurney, scared to death that the nurse is going to come in and tell me that I'm not in labor and I have to go home. When I woke up at one thirty, I thought I was literally going to die. I had NO IDEA it was going to hurt that bad! Seriously!!! And my habit is to cry when I get overwhelmed, so that's what I did. I guess Nick's habit is to take my picture while I'm crying. After being an L&D nurse for a year, I looked back on the pic and you can see that she's not doing too too great even then. Isn't that crazy? I know that everyone thinks doctors do too many c-sections, and I still wonder every now and then if I'm missing out by not having experienced a vaginal delivery, but my motto is, I certainly would rather they have cut her out than for her to be born retarded, or dead. So that's my theory on that one, in case you were wondering.
In my room, after that glorious little miracle they call the epidural. Again, knowing what I know now, the mask is never a good sign. I'm so glad I was clueless back then. This was 4:40, so it must have been right before they ran in a grabbed me, leaving poor Nick stranded alone in the room with no idea what was happening to his wife OR his baby.
Cut to 10:53 (according to the picture file) when they finally brought me my baby. Oh, my daughter. Isn't she just the most precious thing you've ever seen?
When we finally did get her home, I cried for hours and tried to get Nick to take us back, where we were safe. What an idiot. Hormones, I blame the hormones.
So that's the abridged version of Ava's Birth Day. I love that little girl more than I ever thought I would love anything in the entire world.
Here is her cupcake cake. Now, she didn't really care about anything except she wanted 'white cupcakes with pink frosting.' So I told the lady that, and the lady said that she would airbrush the top of the cake with a pale Disney Pink. Ahhum. Does that look like PALE DISNEY PINK!!! Goodness, Nick's fingers are still stained!
Ahh, the pinata. The Pinata of Steel. We had some BIG KIDS, like at least nine years old, beating on this thing with a bat, and it barely even cracked! We finally had to help things along by tearing it at the windows...
Until this was all that was left!!!
So, all and all, a great party. Stay tuned for a more birthday-themed post. I gotta find the disc with the pictures of my sweet faced firstborn. And stop crying long enough to type.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Anyway, all that to say, today I took all three kids to the doctor for the big kids' school physicals. I can literally count on one hand (actually, three fingers) the number of times I've taken all three kids anywhere by myself. We're homebodies, and that's the way I like it. I don't want to run around all day every day for different play dates and story times and shopping and this and that and the other. Gag me! My kids are big nappers, and we like being at home. So that's where we hang out.
BUT, they needed their physicals to stay in preschool, and even I'm not stupid enough to risk no preschool, so into the van the four of us went, along with a diaper bag, a Vera Bradley tote for my paperwork, wallet, phone, and the DVD player, and a bag for each of the big kids filled with toys, notebooks, and snacks. Phew! I'm exhausted already! We went to the library first because we had about forty five minutes of dead time between preschool and the appt, and that was so fun! They have all kinds of toys and stuff, and all three of them played while I read a Redbook. Not too shabby!
The appt went smoothly, Ava weighs 32lbs and is 38 inches tall, and poor Scott is 31lbs and 34 inches tall. I'm not saying that he's built like his Daddy...but someone else might say that. Just not me :) She wouldn't let Ava get her four year shots because she won't be four until tomorrow (same thing happened at twelve months, and they assured me then that twelve months was the only time where it was that specific) but Scott needed a shot that we skipped sometime in Norfolk and the flumist. He did AMAZING, he let the HN shoot that crap right up his nose (he punches Nick in the face when Nick tries to irrigate with a saline spray) and he only cried for a little bit with the shot.
THEN I had to wait at the pharmacy! And everyone was fine! We all survived, no one cried, we didn't use any of the toys I packed, and I didn't pull out Dora until we were settled at the pharmacy because I knew it was going to be a while.
On a not as great note, the baby ate my Blackberry and now the keyboard is on the fritz. All the letters are keying in wrong, the delete and enter keys aren't working at all, and it is currently frozen in stanby and on the messenger screen. Not too sure what I'm gonna do about that, but ya'll- I'm on that thing ALL DAY LONG! And we don't have a house phone, so what if I have an emergency? Sheesh. All right. Birthday party pics are coming later.