Surgery

I had my first ever surgery yesterday. Here are some photo highlights:





My wristband. Dave and I joked that I was just a number, now that I've been barcoded. The thing is, every time a new nurse comes to you, they hold your wristband and make you recite your birthday and spell out your first and last name. So really I wasn't just a number after all!





I got my iv... Didn't realize it would be in my hand, as opposed to further up my arm like it was when I had Rory. The lidocaine shot they gave me prior to putting the iv in made my hand red and itchy. Not cool.





They made me wear my glasses, and my mother in law braided my hair. Ain't I cute?





Hair-netted, and I've got my finger pulse reader thing. Just about to be wheeled back to the operating room.

When I got to the operating room, it was FREEZING! They covered me with warm blankets. There was music playing over the stereo, I had seen that on Nip/Tuck, but had no idea they actually did that! Next thing I know they're telling me they're putting the medicine in my iv and that it will sting-- and oh boy it did!!-- and then I was out. I remember looking up at the ceiling and the nurses said, "Think of something good to dream about..." and before I could pin down one thought, I was out.

Then I woke up in a different room and there were nurses around me. They moved me to my out patient recovery room and brought Dave in. I had him snap this lovely pic:





Not a bad experience all-in-all. I'm pretty sore now, but I can already tell it will be worth it.

Pictures of Rory

Here's a little photo update of Rory:

When Life Gives You Honeycombs, Make Beeswax!

I made this yesterday.




What is it, you ask? Why, it's a bar of beeswax! I melted it down from this:




Dave brought home a bag of honeycomb that his colleague had given him. The bees ate all of the honey that was left after the comb was harvested, so it was just a bunch of wax. I melted it down, sorted it out, and rigged up a mold. I've never done anything like this before so I decided to just jump right in and figure it out. I messed up several times, but finally got to my desired end result!





I needed to put the honeycomb in something i could boil it in. It wasn't going to fit, so I grabbed some tongs.





Filled the jar.




By this time, my water was ready!





In went the jar!





Progress check:





After about 15 minutes, all that was left was a jar of sweet-smelling goop.





Here was my first mess up. I let the wax harden in the jar and realized I couldn't get it out! I put the jar back in the boiling water just long enough for the outside to melt. Then I tipped the jar up so the wax came to the front and stuck a butter knife in and cut it in half. I sliced off the bottom where solid particles had settled in the wax.




I wanted to create some sort of mold so that I would end up with a solid block of wax. I thought that putting some Saran wrap in a little container and re-melting the wax would work well. I shoved my solid pieces in here and popped it in the microwave.





After I took it out of the microwave, there was this weird brown stuff in there! I grabbed a fork and scooped it out. No big deal, right?




Wrong. The wax had gotten so hot in the microwave that it melted the Saran wrap. That's what that weird brown stuff was in the cup!




Whoops. I had to think fast, because the wax was cooling. My next great idea was to make a bar-shaped mold out of tin foil. I had wanted to make a foil mold in the first place, but knew I couldn't put it in the microwave. It should have occurred to me to make a tin foil mold and melt the wax in a different container. Oh well. I'll remember next time!





I was able to pour the wax into the foil with only a couple of drips on the counter!




Then to let it set...




After it cooled, I peeled back the foil to expose my solid bar of beeswax!




Then I attempted to smooth the edges by running the bar under hot water until it was pliable. It was still a little bumpy and fingerprint-y but it was good enough for me.




So that was my first experiment with melting down honeycomb for beeswax. I wasn't looking forward to cleanup, but I found that if I ran the dish or utensil under really hot water and then scrubbed it with LOC kitchen cleaner, it came off quite easily! (But you have to use the LOC. I tried it without and it didn't work, hence the reason I used it!)

Dave said he will probably be bringing more honeycomb home, so I'm looking forward to perfecting my technique! I don't know what I'll do with all this wax... Maybe I'll make a candle when I get enough, beeswax smells heavenly!

Car Seat Jumble

When we first put Rory's car seat in our car, we put it behind the passenger seat and put Bruce's behind the driver's seat. This made everyone happy except for the person sitting in the passenger seat who was forced to sit with knees pressed up against the air bag compartment, silently praying that the car NOT get in a wreck.

Dave and I fought over who got to drive for the better part of two months. Normally I drive, but his long legs were harder to cram in such a small place. (Mine weren't that much easier, especially considering that I'm bigger around!)

A few weeks ago, all the men in our extended family went on a camping trip. Our car was needed to haul Dave's brother and nephew, so we had to take Rory's car seat out of the back to make room. When I put her car seat back in, I decided to try putting it in the middle of the back seat. This way the car seat fit between the two front seats, allowing us to scoot back and stretch out. (And I got to start driving again!)

The only person who didn't neccessarily benefit from this new arrangement was Bruce, as he was squished between Rory's large seat and the door. I asked Bruce how he felt about the new arrangement before I actually hooked the seats in, and to my relief, he said he liked it! He adores his little sister and was thrilled to be able to sit closer to her.

There are additional benefits, as well. Since she has someone to look at back there, she usually stays awake and engaged which is great for keeping her nap schedule on track! When she cries, Bruce is right there to talk or sing to her, or just to provide her with the momentary relief a pacifier can bring. She loves watching her older brother and I am really happy that they can have a special time together. The bite-sized responsibility is good for Bruce, too. I can tell he likes being able to be the one to care for her and attend to her while we aren't physically able to do so.









So for now, this works. And soon enough, she'll be a year old and we can turn her seat around!

Test!

I've not been updating lately. The reason? Because literally 95% of my time online is done on my iPhone. I hadn't found an acceptable way to post from said iPhone, so I was doing what I could do... Twitter!

But I've found an application that should make it easy to update from my iPhone. So we'll see how this goes!

I often times wonder how Rory's personality will develop and what the similarities and differences will be compared to Bruce. Everything has been completely different with Rory than it was with Bruce. When Bruce was a baby, we didn't leave the house much. We went shopping at Walmart (he was usually asleep in his car seat) and stayed at home. Sometimes we would venture to the mall or to Grandma and Grandpa's house. Rory has been on the go as long as I've been on the go!

Rory goes to Walmart (either being carried by me, or in the sling... we don't have a removeable carseat this time around) she goes to the park, she goes to Grandma and Grandpa's, she goes to Starbucks and Saturday Market... she goes where we go. And because we have a 3 year old, it's not really fair to stop going places just because we have a baby.

So far, she handles all the stimulation really well. We've never had an over-stimulated night. You know, where the baby cries and cries and won't settle down. They have entirely too much going on in their brains and they can't process it at all. Those were bad nights with Bruce. I'm wondering if those nights will come with Rory when she's a little older, but I'm really not sure if they will at all!

I'm starting to think that keeping the baby at home all the time might partially cause over-stimulation. It seems like it would be overwhelming to go from the quiet routine of being home to the noise and lights and hustle-bustle of the world.

Either way, only time will tell.


Me and Rory at DeMeyer Park




Nina and Rory at Starbucks




Looking at the playground at Municipal Park




She really takes everything in




So adorable.



I won't ever take her to a movie theater, though. Not until she's old enough to be enjoying the movie (like 3). It's just inappropriate.

Oh No!!!

Today I was browsing people on Myspace. Not something I'm proud to admit, but I do it on occasion when I'm particularly bored. A dialogue box popped up informing me that my system was at risk, and I needed to download anti-virus software. Naturally, I clicked "Cancel." A few seconds after I clicked, my webpage redirected and this is what I saw:



It's funny because I'm running Linux.

Original Layout!

I was recently talking to Dave about how I felt kind of lame for having a pre-made blogger layout. It's not something that I really concerned myself with, but I thought it might be nice to have something a little more... original. He offered to draw a masthead for me. We sat together and brainstormed and somehow we got to talking about an anime we used to watch.

It is a wonderful series called Record Of Lodoss War. After every episode, they have a cartoony segment where cutesy anime versions of the characters basically recap the episode. They are everything I love about anime: buggy, sparkling eyes; high-pitched, squealing voices; frenetic, behavior.

Dave suggested (probably jokingly) that he draw our family in that style. I enthusiastically agreed. My husband is a great artist, and I jump at any chance to have him create something for me. It is incredibly flattering that he would spend his time creating an image for me! So here you have it! My family-- in anime form!

The 'Stache Men

These came from an egg machine at Hastings 50 cents apiece.

Photo Update

There have been lots of things that have happened recently that I've wanted to post a blog and pictures about. But now I'm too far behind, and I'll never catch up with all the things I want to say, so I'm just going to share my favorite photos.

Bruce has a really silly fake smile. He was thrilled to get to hold his sister, but not so thrilled when I continually pestered him to look at me and smile. Rory's face is equally hilarious.

Dave took this picture. I love it. Me and my babies.

Here's Bruce and Max. Max is a puppy Dave bought for Bruce a while ago. Max is special because sometimes Max is a girl, and sometimes a boy. She started out as a boy, but somewhere about 6 months ago, Bruce decided Max was a girl. He has adamantly demanded that we refer to her has 'she' from now on.

Rory sucks her thumb on occasion and I happen to think it is the most adorable thing ever. I don't care what anyone says. Most of the time when she sucks her thumb, her palm is completely open and covering her face. It's even cuter.

We took the kids to Kathryn Albertson park a couple times in the last couple of weeks. I took the mandatory posed photo in front of the fake fountain.

Me and my wonderful, handsome husband.

Bruce being a superhero. Proudly defending our flag.

Bruce waiting for the Liberty Day Parade to start.

A sea of light blue. We didn't actually plan this. From left: Heather, Valerie, Me, Charisse.

Bruce playing in the fountain. I wasn't actually there when this picture was taken. Nina and Austin took Bruce to the fountain while I fed the baby nearby.

Bruce was a fireman while we were lighting fireworks on the fourth of July.

I was very disappointed with the quality of this sparkler.

My boys playing with fire. And is that... a SMILE on Dave's face?!! Unreal!!!

This is the kind of husband I have:

Bruce covered my eyes when we lit one of the fountains. I think he said that he was going to protect me from the fire.

Slow shutter speed makes for awesome fireworks photos.

Love that dimple. Both kids have it. Only recently discovered they inherited it from me:

The End!!