Saturday, February 20, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
Maryann the Magnificent. Isaac the Incredible. Benny the Brave.
Sunday was an ecliptical moment whereby the Universe was uniquely aligned in just such a manner so that Valentine’s day coincided with Chinese New Year! And on this day in history on February 14th, 2010, with hearts pounding and gongs sounding, little Isaac Jay Hoy-Tse Roebuck made his debut.
Isaac was a healthy 7 pounds 14 ounces and 50 cm long. It seems Mary is perfectly designed to bear children since she began having contractions at 3:30 a.m. and Isaac was born a mere 6 hours later, at 9:30 a.m. in the Roebuck home. Ironically, Mary and Ben had insisted a week earlier to their midwives that they wouldn’t need to prepare for the possibility of a home birth (this includes having piles of clean towels and a TARP on hand) because they were very adamant about having a hospital birth. Isaac had other plans.
Sunday was an ecliptical moment whereby the Universe was uniquely aligned in just such a manner so that Valentine’s day coincided with Chinese New Year! And on this day in history on February 14th, 2010, with hearts pounding and gongs sounding, little Isaac Jay Hoy-Tse Roebuck made his debut.
Isaac was a healthy 7 pounds 14 ounces and 50 cm long. It seems Mary is perfectly designed to bear children since she began having contractions at 3:30 a.m. and Isaac was born a mere 6 hours later, at 9:30 a.m. in the Roebuck home. Ironically, Mary and Ben had insisted a week earlier to their midwives that they wouldn’t need to prepare for the possibility of a home birth (this includes having piles of clean towels and a TARP on hand) because they were very adamant about having a hospital birth. Isaac had other plans.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Yellow Spoon
While I was changing Cole's diaper, I distracted him with a little yellow toy spoon. He HATES to sit still for a diaper change and I would do nearly anything to make him stop squirming, particularly if the diaper contains a poop. So here I was, trying to hastily clean him up whilst entertaining an increasingly impatient little boy with a yellow spoon and he suddenly discovered that it was a lot of fun to drop the yellow spoon into the neck of my shirt, where it would disappear into my cleavage, then to try to retrieve it. He began chuckling incessantly at this game. I obliged because it meant some peace while I went about my diaperly duties. At one point, I grew weary of him fishing around in my shirt for the yellow spoon, so I found it useful to wedge the handle of the spoon securely between my breasts with the spoon protruding just above the neck hole of my shirt where he could see it. This really did the trick. I highly recommend it.
A few hours later, Cole went to bed. I went to the grocery store to buy shampoo and I went out for coffee with a friend (see last blog). We had a nice chat for about an hour and then I came home, talked with Mark for a few minutes and headed upstairs to bed. I began to undress. Leaving my T-shirt on (for some reason), I skillfully removed my bra through one of the arm holes (I forget where I acquired this talent and I don't know why I felt compelled to use it at this time) and just as I was triumphantly pulling the bra free of my arm hole, something whipped across the room and hit the bedside table and came to rest on the floor next to my bed.
A yellow spoon.
While I was changing Cole's diaper, I distracted him with a little yellow toy spoon. He HATES to sit still for a diaper change and I would do nearly anything to make him stop squirming, particularly if the diaper contains a poop. So here I was, trying to hastily clean him up whilst entertaining an increasingly impatient little boy with a yellow spoon and he suddenly discovered that it was a lot of fun to drop the yellow spoon into the neck of my shirt, where it would disappear into my cleavage, then to try to retrieve it. He began chuckling incessantly at this game. I obliged because it meant some peace while I went about my diaperly duties. At one point, I grew weary of him fishing around in my shirt for the yellow spoon, so I found it useful to wedge the handle of the spoon securely between my breasts with the spoon protruding just above the neck hole of my shirt where he could see it. This really did the trick. I highly recommend it.
A few hours later, Cole went to bed. I went to the grocery store to buy shampoo and I went out for coffee with a friend (see last blog). We had a nice chat for about an hour and then I came home, talked with Mark for a few minutes and headed upstairs to bed. I began to undress. Leaving my T-shirt on (for some reason), I skillfully removed my bra through one of the arm holes (I forget where I acquired this talent and I don't know why I felt compelled to use it at this time) and just as I was triumphantly pulling the bra free of my arm hole, something whipped across the room and hit the bedside table and came to rest on the floor next to my bed.
A yellow spoon.
Labour Analogy
Having coffee with a friend of mine who is pregnant with her second child, we somehow got on the topic of birth stories. Despite having had an epidural, she found that the feeling of pushing near the end of her son's delivery was very intense and upsetting. She described it in a way that I couldn't resist but to share. So for those of you who haven't had a baby, it is like "trying to push out the most massive poop in existence....but having no asshole."
Having coffee with a friend of mine who is pregnant with her second child, we somehow got on the topic of birth stories. Despite having had an epidural, she found that the feeling of pushing near the end of her son's delivery was very intense and upsetting. She described it in a way that I couldn't resist but to share. So for those of you who haven't had a baby, it is like "trying to push out the most massive poop in existence....but having no asshole."
Tuesday, February 02, 2010
Saturday morning pancake-making lesson.
A sick little boy needs his Yaya.
A good mom would probably stop this immediately. Instead, I grabbed the camera.
Who needs bread? Just hand over the ketchup!
Salad spinners are for riding.
A difficult but true life lesson: Some babies are cute and others are not.
Kokum and Porpor
Rebecca enjoying some of Mark's special recipe wings
Uncle ben built Cole a lego horse. This seemed like such a great idea to all of us until the front end crumbled on the poor kid and he did a header into the floor.
Sibs
A sick little boy needs his Yaya.
A good mom would probably stop this immediately. Instead, I grabbed the camera.
Who needs bread? Just hand over the ketchup!
Salad spinners are for riding.
A difficult but true life lesson: Some babies are cute and others are not.
Kokum and Porpor
Rebecca enjoying some of Mark's special recipe wings
Uncle ben built Cole a lego horse. This seemed like such a great idea to all of us until the front end crumbled on the poor kid and he did a header into the floor.
Sibs
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