Thursday, September 27, 2012

Horror Stories!



Mim and her godfather.  He'd been dancing with
and she fell asleep.
 People have been asking me how the birth went.  To some extent, what can I say; it's only the hardest thing that the body will go through naturally.  And please, do not get the impression that when I say it was easy I mean that it was painless.  This was the most painful of the three.  It was also the fastest (there is a cause/effect relation there). 

I'd been in what I was calling "pre-emptive labor" for eight weeks before Mim was born.  It's kind of like the training you need to do before you go and run a 5K race--except that when I got to the race part I took a short cut through a briar patch.  That's how I give birth; and I'd rather go through eight weeks of labor and an hard, fast delivery than go through a 20hour labor and delivery. 

Anyway.  I'd woken up Thursday morning with a feeling--the one that says "in the next two days."  By dinner time I was mildly disappointed that I hadn't gone into labor yet, but around 8pm I noticed a subtle change in the contractions.  They were becoming consistent.  

Monday, September 24, 2012

Back to Business

Sometimes he'll just sit with her.
Well, we have our little girl now; and things are beginning to settle down somewhat.  We are beginning to find new routines, and solutions to new problems.  Like, even though Thing One is completely wrapped around her little finger, he is jealous of all of the attention that his sister needs.  He's started throwing fits; and I'm adjusting my own attitudes so that I can deal with the root problem, rather than just correcting his behavior.  Thing Two is just quietly in love.  

I'm officially back to doing everything myself this week.  The first week after she was born my youngest sister stayed with us and played that she was Mary Poppins.  I didn't have to change the boys diapers all week!  And we had arranged with our church to be included in the meal program, and all the little old ladies cooked for us for two weeks.  And then we picked up some leftovers after the parish picnic, and have had a few meals at Nick's parents house. 


The lady at church who organizes the meals, Mrs. Shoen, brought our first one and she included the recipe with it.  That's what I'm giving you today.   It was a baked pasta dish called "Mostaccioli"   Nick said he's heard of it and had wanted to try it.  It was really good!  

1 16oz box mostacchioli (a type of noodle)
1 tube Italian sausage --(she used turkey sausage)
1 can Cheddar cheese soup
1 large can pasta sauce
3-4 C shredded mozzarella

Preheat oven to 375degrees.  Brown sausage, cook noodles.

Combine everything in a large bowl and mix together.  Transfer to 1 large (or 2small) casserole dish(es).  Top with more mozzarella and bake covered for 45 minutes (or until cheese is bubbly).  


She brought us one small casserole, a salad and bread.  She had also bought two small cars for the boys, so they wouldn't feel left out.  Nearly everyone else who brought us meals also bought small things for the boys.  Thing One has been packing his toys into food containers, putting them into gift-bags with some toys, and saying that he's bringing me dinner! 


The next post will be the birth story.  People have been asking about it, and I haven't forgotten, I've been a little pre-occupied.   Right now I have to go put her down--she's been gaining an ounce a day since birth and she can break an arm when she falls asleep on it.  I haven't quite figured out what to call her for blogging purposes;  I'm thinking either Madam Mim, or Mimi--pulling those from her initials.  I'm leaning towards Mimi just because Madam Mim was a bad guy, and our little girl is too sweet and pretty to be associated with her.  Thoughts?

Zizi

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Cutest Pictures in the World

Words cannot describe the excitement!

We were all pretty tired that afternoon.

Her feet will never touch the ground...

and she will never meet any boys.

Life is about perfect!