Weeks 3 and 4

Week 3

Working on his singing pose

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Week 4

Good ole' Tummy Time

Isabelle is 3

"I'm Three!"

For her party, she insisted that she have balloons, a Wubbzy cake (for those that don't know, 'WowWow Wubbzy' is a cartoon on NickJr), streamers and goodie bags (thanks to Dora).

So, Friday night, Eric made our beautiful 3 year old her 'Wubbzy'Cake.

...And she loved it!!!

All of us getting ready to sing

(minus William who was sleeping and we all know not to disturb the sleeping baby)

"Happy Birthday Dear Isabelle!"

She did not need our help with the candles.

She was so ready for cake... and apparently so was Sophia... look at her eyeing that cake.

present time

We had only invited family over and there were still a ton of people and gifts for her to open.

... and her favorite is her new baby doll that makes slurping sounds when you put the bottle up to her mouth, burbs when you pat her back, laughs when you squeeze her ribs, and makes sleeping sounds when you lay her down... almost like a real baby.

I CAN"T believe my little girl is already THREE!!!

Where did the time go?!?!?!

Getting back to Normal

The reason for no updates as of late, is that we have been sick, in between all the happenings of holidays, birthdays, baby showers, and meetings. Eric got sick first, bringing home and giving Isabelle and William infant bronchitus. Luckily that is all it was and didn't develop into pnemonia. After almost 4 weeks now, Eric still has a cough and after 2 weeks, so does Isabelle. William so far, appears to be back to 100%. I seemed the luckiest, until about 3 days ago, when I was at UW in a meeting and had to excuse myself... twice... turned out I, somewhere, had gotten a dose of food poisoning... needless to say that car drive home had a stop. Once home I crashed for the day (Yay for Eric having the ability to work from home).

So here is to me hopefully soon, having a family and myself back to 100% and then I can post pics from the last month.

Conversations

I absolutely love the conversations that we are having with Isabelle these days, and it is all I can do to keep up writing them down in her book... However I had to post the latest one.

We are trying to teacher the difference between boys and girls...

Me: Are you a boy or a girl? (my help... ggg)
Isabelle: girl
Me: Is daddy a boy or girl? (my help... bbb)
Isabelle: boy
Me: Are you a boy or girl?
Isabelle: (looking at me carefully) girl
Me: Good!!! What is baby brother?
Isabelle: (thinking a bit and then clear and loud with a smile of satisfaction) A monster!
Me and daddy: laughing hysterically!!!

It starts so young...

Already on their cells, ignoring the rest of the world around them

Photo courtesy of Kristy

Confession

Ok, so every once in a while I have to eat my words and this is one of those times.

For a while now, I have been 'making fun' of older people (those in their 30's like me) and laughing at the younger ones (those of the middle and HS age) of their obsessions with the Twilight book saga. My sister in-law finally (after all 4 books and 2 of the movies have come out) got to me, and gave me the first two books, Twilight and New Moon, to read (now that I have all this time on my hands with an almost 3 year old and an infant). Karen came over last Wednesday with both books, over 1000 pages combined. So that night, I started in, after Isabelle went to bed, reading Twilight in the twilight... between the late night and last feedings of William. Yup, there it was... I was hooked. It was a nice, super easy read... that is what got me hooked first, honestly. Just one simply story line, following Bella the heroine. The first night I surprisingly read 150 pages. I don't do that...

Anyways, I read Thursday night, skipped Friday (went out drinking and dancing with some other momma's for a momma's night out - but that is a whole other story of ridiculous fun) and then finished the book Saturday. Then Sunday night and last night, I read New Moon (which was longer then Twilight). You ask how?? I am still asking that... I do not know why (or how) I can stay up all night long, literally, and read these books. But they are written in a way that makes you wanting to keep reading. I am a bit tired today, of course. Funny thing is, Karen invited me over tonight to watch the first 2 movies... of course I said yes. Though in all honesty, I think I will be disappointed, since movies never do the books justice. But she will be giving me the other 2 books tonight too, so that I don't go into 'withdrawls' hehehe

Where to begin on the parts of the story so far that intrigued me the most??? Most people (girls mainly) are into the love stories that are playing out and tho that is a good chunk of the book, I rather liked the 'chase.' Adrenaline rushes capture me to the fullest and stay with me for days when I think back on them and then oddly enough they go into my dreams too. (yes, I am wierd that way ... those that know me love me). I do also like the newer theories about vampires and werewolves that contradict the 'real' myths and legends that are out there.

I have been asked too, which 'team' am I on? The Edward (vampire) team or the Jacob (werewolf) team? My stalk answer is ' I must read the other two books to make my decision,' and I am always greeted with grunts with that answer. In all honesty though, I see myself as Bella, the heroine, somewhat confused yet knowing exactly what I want and can't see any way of getting it. A Risk Taker... someone that pushes the boundaries, of logic and nature, full of willfulness. Now of course maybe after reading the last two books that will change. Or maybe I will stay on her 'team' always wanting both, what I have and what I can't have. :J

Either way, the point of this little confession is that the series is good and that I would highly recommend it to anyone; boy or girl, romantic or sinic, you catch my drift. I got hooked!

Here's to movie night!

My Family

Things Forgotten...

I have gotten so used to a two, almost 3 year old that having an infant in the house is like learning a foreign language.

Our beautiful little girl now talks fairly clearly with real conversations, is potty trained, eats real people food, is learning letters and numbers, is excited to start going to school, sleeps in a big girl bed: She has become a real independent little person.

I have honestly forgotten what it means to have an infant again. I remember the wobbly head part and the part that all an infant does is eats, sleeps, poops and occasionaly cries (we are so lucky again that William is a wonderful sleeper like Isabelle was).

But WOW!!! those few things are so big in the life of an infant and the mom! That wobbly head is hard to catch when he throws it about; even the doctor at the hospital 'difficulty' holding on to his head. Then there is the poop... When does it become solid??? I am really tired of the mustard seed liquid that is coming out... AND is it because he is a boy that it is projectile poop?? I do not remember that at all with Isabelle. I have learned and am 90% good with catching / covering quickly with a rag or diaper so not to get peed on, but that first week was a crazy adventure learning how to deal with that new piece of equipment. Like I said though, I am 90% good with that, I sill have my moments when I not quick enough and oooops, there it goes again.

Then there are the constant 'costume' changes, either from me being to slow in a diaper change and he pees or poops faster then I can get a new diaper under him or he spits up what seems like an entire bottle, even aftermultiple giant sized burps. A good day is 3 changes, but I have been up to 7 changes.

And then there are baby eyes... I forgot too how cute an infant is when they are trying to learn how to use their eyes and learn how to focus on things. He gets cross-eyes so often... I do remember Isabelle occasionally doing it, but it seems as though William does it a lot. I have some funny photos of him beign all cross-eyed. However the rolling of the eyes back in the head I don't remember and that is just plain creepy when he does it and all you see are the whites of his eyes.

The biggest thing I had forgotten is just how precious and little an infant is and how much I adore him!!!

Of course the newest learning piece for me is dealing with an infant and an almost 3 year old at the same time... wow! There is the curve ball if any. It is an adventure each day literally juggling feeding and burping an infant and running to the potty with the older one, for example. I could not imagine doing this with multiple kids running around. The house is a constant mess with toys, and the washing machine is run every day.

I wouldn't give this up for the world, though I do need to figure out a system where I don't live in a pigsty, since hiring a maid is out of the question. :( drat!

Brother and Sister!

I love how these two already love eachother!

Hands
&
Feet

Those feet are so teeny tiny!

Little brother already looking up to his big sister!

Sophia is 5... Already?

This last weekend, cousin Sophia turned 5 years old and wanted to celebrate by being a princess and with that a princess party was had at a cute little house in Puyallup that has been redone as a princess party palace with tea party service. I did not go, but Eric took Isabelle to celebrate with Sophia.

Birthday girl with her mom and sister

Kristy and Brianna

A most beautiful princess in pink!

Happy Birthday Sophia!

Sophia and Isabelle in their princess dresses with their hair all done up too.

All the little princess guests

Time to dance!

Isabelle getting princess lessons.

Spinning!!! I love this photo! She is so happy and adorable!

Time for tea!!!

One Week Old Today!

The big Sneeze!

Welcome Home

Our wonderful neighbor's ran over the morning we were coming home and left us this sweet sign announcing our sweet boy had arrived. What a sweet surprise!

The monkey pajama's that Isabelle is wearing was a gift from her baby brother and she has to sleep in them, she loves them. William has a matching pair too, but they are 3-6 month... a picture will come when he finally fits into them.

Big Sister holding her little brother.

William's Story

So... Sunday night, oh, about 8:15pm, Isabelle was taking a bath and I was throwing the clothes from the washer to the dryer, I figured I must of leaned a little too far to grab the clothes and peed a little... however... as I quickly attempted to get to the bathroom I was realizing that my water had broken... since I don't usually soak through my pants when I have to go. ;) Wow... that was interesting to say the least!!! (never dialted or went into labor with Isabelle... I was induced with her).

(side note: at this point I had been in pre-labor for two weeks and for the previous 3 days, dialted to 6 cm and having contractions, just not regular ones, but strong ones. I was glad that I scheduled my last day to be the Friday before... just in case)

Anyways, we called the hospital told them the details and they said get in there ASAP... they were worried that he would come during the car ride since we are about 40 minutes away. I grabed some towels, clean pants (which did not stay dry for very long) packed up Isabelle and our bags and more towels and headed to the hospital. Isabelle was so cute! The whole way to the hospital she kept saying that we were going to the baby store to get her baby brother. We called our parents on the way to let them know we were on our way. Once we got there, we had to wait about 20 or so minutes until they took us back to a room... I found some tile to stand on, so the clean up would be easier then on the carpet... again I say WOW, what a weird feeling, every step, really??? Had to love my towel skirt though, I was a fashion statement!

So back we all went to our room where they hooked me up and did the tests, put in the IV (ouch) and whatever else they do and told us we were staying... so we called Eric's parents to come get Isabelle. Yes, she was still with us, loving being at the 'baby store' and eatting the jello! So about 11pm, off she went with his parents and in came the epidural guy. Goota love him... It was busy that night too, but somehow I got first service all night long. Guess the 6cm made them anxious, who knows. To make this long story short, some time in the 1am hour the nurses called the doctor and said I was ready and at 2:07am William Michael was born. Only 2 pushes and some laughter and he was out. Ok, so you read the word laughter and I bet got a weird look on your face. The nurses and dr got that same look on their faces too as I was laughing. But it is funny when people are holding your legs, you see them up and you can't feel a thing!! Then when the nurse holding one side has to grab something for the dr, props your leg up and it slowly starts slipping down and then falls right off the bed and again, you have no control and can't feel it... it is funny, so I laughed. Laughed William right out. It was a type of pushing. I will say that I am glad that I refused to loopy drug this time... I don't remember much of Isabelle's birth because of it. Plus that drug made me pass out on a few occasions during birth where they had to put full oxygen on me... not fun. So this time, I remember it all and it seems that recovery went way smoother too!

So after the birth, they cleaned him all up and about an hour later we were moved to the recovery room. Parents were called and woken up at 4 in the morning as instructed. Eric, of course fell right to sleep on the pull-out cot and I stayed awake for many more hours as nurses and dr's made their rounds in and out of our room. I finally got an hour between 6 and 7am and Eric woke up about 10am. The first afternoon was filled with guests; both sets of parents, special alone time with Isabelle to meet her new brother, Eric's sister Karen, the Crowe's (Allie held Isabelle within her first few hours, so we had to keep tradition going) and my friend Venise.

The next morning (ahhh, I got a good 4 hours (I honstly felt refreshed) and Eric had 6 hours) we took our lazy time to get ready and made sure that William's first little procedure went without a hitch (to those that don't have clue here, his circumcision) and we were discharged around noon. We went to get Isabelle from nana and papa's and then made it home!!

Enjoy the photos!

Eric helping out on the very first bath

Me and my babies

My Sweet baby boy

Close up

First new family portrait

Daddy and his baby boy

This is so precious!!

Two of our visitors
Top: Allie, Bottom: Venise

Announcing...

... the birth of William Michael Morceau

March 8, 2010
2:07 am
7lbs 7 oz
19.5 in