Wednesday, December 19, 2012

'Twas..






'Twas the week before Christmas and the house was a mess, it's all Bart's fault definitely not Ness;
The hardware was hung on the walls with care, in hopes that new towels soon would be there;
With Dutchy fed and put down in his bed, we hoped that the painting voc's wouldn't hurt his little head;
Ness was in her sweats and Bart in his ball cap, had just hung the mirror, so they could finally nap;
When out on the street there arose such a clatter, Bart opened the bathroom window to see what was the matter;
The fire engine drove up the street in a flash, while we prayed the noise wouldn't make it through Dutch's window sash;
The street light shown on the newly fallen snow, and gave just the right lustre
to our cabinet and tile below;
But what to my wondering eyes should appear, but 2 new light fixtures and a toilet just for my rear :)
With a turn of the screw driver and few swear words that where quick,
the bathroom was finished in time for St. Nick.




The End

Thursday, December 6, 2012

5 month review

New NICKNAMES: Mister Man
Nicknames that stuck from last time: Little man, Bubski, Love Bug, Baby Dutch, Little Dutch and Dutchy.
Santa holding Dutch, sorry this is a picture of a picture

FAVORITE THINGS: Squealing and talking! Lately I've been able to lie him on a blanket with some toys and he will entertain himself for 30 minutes.  I know he's content and happy as long as he is talking and squealing. He loves to pull his socks off and eat them. He really enjoys scratching....he will open and close his little hand on blankets, our leather couch, my shirt, etc.  I think he likes the noise it makes and the feel.

AVERAGE NIGHT SLEEP:  Who knows.  He's given us 11 hours but then two nights later he woke up at 1:33, 3:00, 4:58 and 6:45. I kind of feel like it's Russian roulette-are we going to sleep or are we going to cry.

ACCOMPLISHMENTS: Started on rice cereal and thinks it the greatest thing ever, but now Bart is sure he's constipated.  We, of course, think it's so cute when he gets excited to eat and screams for the spoon.

-Dutch has almost roller from his back to front but seems really happy on his side ...so why bother going to all the work to really roll over.?.
-First Thanksgiving and first taste of mashed potatoes-he gagged-I guess we will wait longer :)
-Did a great job smiling and being happy for our first family photos.
-Got his first cough, which made mom go crazy thinking that it would turn into bronchiolitis. Went away in 9 days.

In case you haven't seen this on facebook

PLACES HE'S BEEN: The Provo Library, University Mall, Seagull Book, Bed, Bath and Beyond and Big 5 Sporting.

WHAT WE'VE LEARNED:
NESS:  I'm not sure if I have insomnia, postpartum depression, if I'm crazy or if my type A/red personality is rebelling from the LACK of control I have in my life, but I stay up worrying for 2-3 hours a night.  Now I can fall asleep very easily but as soon as Dutch cries, whether it's 1 AM or 5 AM my brain turns "ON" and I'm wired. Now this isn't just your run of the mill thinking about the next day, or meal planning, or thinking about family/issues. My brain worries that someone is breaking into my house or that we've had a natural disaster-aka-earthquake, and I'm all alone in Provo and I have to fend for myself and keep Dutch safe.  Yes, I know I can't control natural disasters and yes I know I shouldn't worry, but I do, every night...for hours.  So there you have it. I've learned that I'm crazy.

BART:  Life is pure bliss and happiness.  Ness did not mention this, but at Big 5 Dutch helped me buy him is first gun - of course when I tested it out for him it bruised my shoulder... I guess I'll have to wait a couple of years to turn him loose on it.  He's on track to be a real man! 

I guess I did learn that for as innocent and bland as rice cereal may appear, it can pack a real punch comming out the other end.  Talk about packing a punch - he's got a real good kick - I keep thinking we'll find bruises on his heels.  Some of the little baby nuances bring to me flashbacks of my own infancy - Oh how I loved the flavor of my well sucked thumb - granted it was always bitter at first.  (Maybe that wasn't as long ago as I like to think?)  And who can beat the rythmic, however irregular, hum of the car and bumps in the road - it beckons sleep.