Thinking of Tristan

I should have asked for the tooth they pulled. Even if it was broken. I should have kept the clip from his umbilical cord. *sigh* It's too late now. I think I'm gonna take the plastic off this mattress today. It's been 2 months since he peed the bed. Maybe longer, but that's how long I'm certain of. He doesn't like the plastic, so he gets up in the middle of the night and sleeps on the couch, in bed with us, or even on the floor. He just doesn't like it. I'll fold it up and keep it just in case.

3 1/2

No way. I just can't believe he's already 3 1/2 years old. His feet are big, his eyes are big, he's so tall, and he's getting better at talking. He's very polite, asking "please" and saying "thank you" and "sorry" when he hurts someone. He asks "you awite, mama?" when I get hurt. Imitating everything he sees and hears, I know now is a crucial time to teach him how to talk. He's more willing to say a word back that we ask if he can say. And we're 2 numbers away from counting to 10! He forgets 4 and 6 sometimes, but he's getting really good! He recognizes the difference between numbers and letters, and knows half the letters in his name! He's learning colors, so far his favorite is "gweem". You should see him play video games! he's better than I am at some of them! Sometimes, Tristan, Dada, and I will play 3 player games with him, and he LOVES it! And what a good brother he is! Running to her every time Lilly cries; "Don't cwy, baby, here I come!". He likes to play with her, and show off to make her laugh. Even lets her pull his hair! Kissies to baby every night, and if he doesn't get to kiss her, he's upset and refuses to quiet down and go to sleep until he gets to. And every morning, he comes in and sings "Good Morning, Beautiful" to her with me. He calls her "Baby" because he doesn't like saying 'L's (they come out sounding like 'Y's). My sweet son...

This boy can be so naughty!! Living in an apartment with a 3 1/2 year old is awful! I have to be more strict about noise. I find myself losing my temper when he screams his little head off because it's bedtime and he'd rather play games. Dada and I are learning how to work together to keep things as mellow as possible. When I lose it, he steps in to take over with a cool, soothing tone and when he's reached his limit, I step in with a fresh, new temperament. But most of the time, he looks at me with those big blue eyes and says "I You, Mama. I You" (I Love You). My heart melts and I fall in love with my son again and again. He's not as snuggley any more, and he's more rowdy and obnoxious, but he's still my Snookydoos.

Stitches

A week after Tristan gets 4 silver crown on his molars and his chipped tooth pulled (1 stitch), he's back in a hospital! This time, he got 3 stitches in his chin. We were at Meldrum Bar (sp?) park and Tristan was climbing up the ladder to the slide when his shoe slipped and he slammed his chin into the metal step! I was RIGHT there! I even shot a couple quick pictures as he reached the top. The baby was swinging softly beside me and I was headed towards the ladder to climb up behind him when he fell! I was 2 steps away!! I feel so guilty! My FIL rushed us to the E.R. where Tristan was stitched up. We'll only be going to PLASTIC parks from now on.

Ladder of Terror

A quick snapshot of him reaching the top from the middle of the slide My poor baby boy!

MY son!

America's Most Beautiful Babies book 2008

Dental Victory

My first post is about my recent victory. After a long wait, a lot of calls, and hours on hold, with help from the Lord, Tristan has been given an appointment for his much needed dental work. There happen to be two cancellations that day, and they failed to even put Tristan in the line up. I called on the right day! One of my molars broke a few days ago and I was calling for my self too. Anyway, he just needs a quick check up by Dr. Lubkin, and she signs the papers saying he's healthy enough for the ante... anna...sceptic... septic...??? It's one of those words I can't even say :-b Unfortunately, it's scheduled on the day my cousin Stephanie's wedding. :-/ If we gave up this slot, we would have to wait another YEAR! I'm a nervous wreck thinking about him being in the same place I was today. I had drills in my mouth, cotton, suction, the works. At least (?) he'll be unconscious (?) I think(?). He was all I could think of while they were working on my mouth.

Title Change

I realized There really wasn't a clear difference in this blog and my MommyA85. I'm leaving that one simply because "MommyA85" is my 'trademark' name, I guess. It's my E-mail at Yahoo, so I also use it on Facebook. MommyA85 will be about Lillian.

Tristan's Birth Story

Comming up on his 3rd Birthday, and having just given birth to his baby sister, I've been reflecting back on Tristan's beginning. I remember I woke up around 11:30 in the morning on March 26th and my water had broken. I called my Husband's pager with our code and waited for him to call me back. Then I called my Aunt K. , who was my coach and also 6 months pregnant with my cousin Tucker, to tell her and wish her a happy birthday. I wasn't having any contractions and I was very calm and relaxed. Jeremy raced home and when he came in, he was excited and rushing around. As we started driving, I calmed him down and suggested we take a backroad route and take our time.We were admitted and for around 30 hours, I tried different things to start the contractions, like walking around the hospital, using a birth ball... It wasn't until I took a warm soak that I felt the first contraction. I was on the way back to the room and I collapsed on my bed and told Jeremy to go get the Dr. for the Epidural. I got the epidural drip, and a Patocin drip. (Patocin causes contractions). A couple hours later, I called my Aunt again and she came to the hospital. She told me how to push and when to push. She directed me and walked me through it so that all I had to really focus on was what I was watching in the mirror. A comfortable voice easily guiding me along and hearing my Husband tell me how good I was doing and telling me he loves me. At 3:31 am, our son was born. Jeremy cut his cord and was the first to hold him while I called my Grandma K.and Jeremy's parents. When I first held Tristan in my arms, I looked him in the face and said "Hi, Tristan. I'm your mama." And I couldn't stop the tears.I still tear up sometimes when I look at him.

My Birthday

Well, I just turned 23 yesterday. My sisters E-mailed a "Happy Birthday" to me via MySpace, and so did one of my 'cafemom' friends. My dear Gramma sent one through my yahoo address with a sweet fwd called "hugs". My Aunt A. sent me a card a few days ago, and yesterday, she and my other Aunt K. (and baby cousin) took me out to Panera (soup & sandwiches) and we took it back to A.A.'s where we got our grub on, caught up (since we haven't seen each other in over a long time) and I seen my cousin Tim (who is about 9 months younger than me) for the first time in many years!! And I met my cousin Stephanie's fiance, David. He's really nice and easygoing. It was so so nice to see these family members again who mean so much to me! When I got home, I tried to relax (although this is a hard thing to do with my almost 3 year old running wild). Hubby forgot, but this morning he apologized and said "happy late birthday". Well, you can't win them all, right? He DID give me a book I've been wanting last week....