Friday, October 20, 2006
 Yesterday, while I was trying to have my so-called nap, I woke up at one point to the sound of running water and Denver saying something about Noah making ice cubes. Around here, the boys aren't allowed to play in the water unless they are being supervised, so of course, that jerked me right out of my REM cycle and I went to investigate. Noah had happily finished the last few pieces of Dentyne Ice and after getting bored of trying to teach Denver how to blow bubbles (and me telling them to stop it after Denver's wad of gum flew on the floor for the fiftieth time) he decided the empty packaging would make a great ice cube tray. Since I was up and the boys had begun fighting over I can't remember what, I suggested Noah bring his "ice cube tray" into the kitchen and we'd make some ice cubes. He wanted little pieces of fruit cut up into each cube and then water added. Slacker mom that I am, I suggested we just add fruit juice and skip the whole fresh fruit thing. He agreed. So we poured some juice into the empty gum wrapper and froze it. Much to Noah's (and Denver's and Caleb's) delight, the mini ice cube tray worked and turned out some of the cutest little ice cubes I've ever done seen. And Noah declared the day not a bummer after all.
Today Noah went to school on his own for the first time. Hunter wasn't barfing anymore but my barf rule is "no one goes anywhere until 24 hours from the last barf" which techinically put him at the end of school today. So, while he stayed home, Noah marched off to school alone. Upon his return he proudly announced to both Mark and I that we were going to be shocked about what he got today and instructed us to look in his back pack. Then, before either of us could look into his back pack he pulled out a bag and said, "I got a $5 award for a drawing I did today and they let me go to the book fair and I got this book and this eraser!" Of course, neither of us were shocked that Noah got picked for his artwork, because Noah is just a fabulous artist, but we were surprised at the unexpected award. Congratulations Noah!
 I took this picture of Caleb on Monday. In just a matter of days, he's no longer the baby of the family. Makes you want to cry, doesn't it? Me too. I've been super emotional lately and I think knowing that Caleb is going to grow up so fast has something to do with it. I can't seem to cuddle him enough and even though I know he's not going to remember any of this, I am and the anguish of seeing my baby grow so fast will last in my memory forever. I still cry over videos of Noah when he was a baby--it was all such a blur with Mark losing his job and Christmas and finding out we were having another baby and Mark leaving for his new job and me selling the house and packing up the house--somehow Noah's babyhood got lost in it all. And I hate that I can't remember him very small. I don't want it to be the same for Caleb. Anyway, I just saw him laying there and I thought, how precious that little man is and had to take a picture.
I had a NST today as well as a doctor's visit. The doctor said if this was a single pregnancy I would be measuring at 48 weeks--I'm only 37 weeks. That's a little disturbing but that's exactly how I feel. Huge! He saw my swollen foot and expressed some concern about preclampsia, even though my blood pressure is normal. He said he'd arrange for some blood work to be done during my NST and save me a trip. Then I asked him about Kathy being there for the c-section and he said he hadn't quite figured that out yet. I left to make my 2-week post-op appointment and the doctor came out and said, "All set." I said, "For the blood work?" And he said, "No, for Kathy to be in the OR with you." Great, I thought, she'll be so excited. So I headed off to my NST and when I got there I mentioned to MaryAnn that the doctor wanted some blood work done for preclampsia and she said, "I just talked to Dr. S but he didn't mention you." Hmmmm. . . I thought. I may die of preclampsia, but at least Kathy will get to be there for the delivery of the twins. At least we know one of us is loved. MaryAnn said the babies are doing amazingly well and we even got to see Baby A sucking his thumb. Baby B is determined to be deliverd first and has literally kicked Baby A all the way over into my right hip. It's very comfortable, to say the least. Only one more NST and this will all be over.
 Probably because of the nearness of the twins delivery, I decided today to do a little Christmas baking and stocking up. So I finished cutting out some gingerbread I made a week ago and whipped up a double batch of sugar cookies--some for Halloween and some for Christmas. Then Denver and I made some more pumpkin cookies together. Anyway, after the mixing was done, he and Caleb sat on the counter taking turns licking the beater and I couldn't resist another picture. The cookies aren't so great, but hopefully the memories will be. I also had the chance to snuggle Hunter to sleep today, which is something that RARELY happens around here anymore, especially in my condition. But he had complete meltdown at one point and after sending him to bed and listening to him vent for about 10 minutes I wandered upstairs with some Tylenol and snuggled in with him for a few minutes and I'm glad I did, even if it hurt. Who knows when I'll get to do that again? I'm afraid pretty soon snuggling with Mom won't be so cool anymore and that will be a very sad day indeed.
posted by Shana # 10:54 PM 
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