Friday, October 26, 2007

Our Little Peanut . . .



Renae had her 2 month appointment today and she got her shots earlier this week. Poor thing! I held her on my lap while the nurse gave her the shots. She was sitting there all calm and happy and then all of a sudden they put a needle in her leg. Ouch! She didn't like it at all. I felt bad for my little girl. And as skinny as she is I thought the needle might just go right through her leg! Anyway, at birth she weighed 8lbs 2 oz. Today she weighed 10 lbs. What a little girl! I guess she is just going to be petite for awhile. The thing that amazes me is that some woman GIVE BIRTH to 10 lb babies! I can't imagine birthing a child as big as Renae is now!

Thursday, October 25, 2007

Daddy's Diaper Duty . . .

So Jesse and I are watching a movie and Renae is sitting with her Daddy. We hear a sound from her that most certainly means she has filled her pants. Since Jesse was holding her, he got the joy of changing the diaper. I send him to the nursery after a few minutes of convincing him that it's his turn and that he can do it. I go about doing other things around the apartment when I begin to hear lots of gagging coming Renae's room. What does this loving wife do? Does she ask if her husband is OK? Does she go in to help? No. She grabs the camera and starts to laugh hoping she will catch her gagging husband in the act. This is what I found:
video

Sunday, October 21, 2007

Renae's First Boyfriend . . .


Love at first coo . . .

I know we've told Renae she can't date 'till she's 30 . . . but . . . since she is only 8 weeks old, and can't talk to, flirt with, or be hit on by the opposite sex, I've decided it's safe to let her have a "boyfriend."

Awhile back my friend Kari and I were both pregnant, and due within 3 weeks of each other. We both had our babies a week and a day overdue, they both weighed the same the day they were born, and they both weighed the same the day they left the hospital. Weird. However all the similairties ended there. Kari had a boy, I had a girl. Her little boy weighs about 13 lbs, and I'd be surprised if Renae weighs more than 10 lbs. Just look at them now . . .


They really hit it off and interacted well with each other.




What a difference it is to hold this "little" guy!


Kari and her baby.

This is how Renae spent the first half of our play date.

Jesse and I have always wondered what we would do if we had an introverted child since we are both extroverts and really enjoy being around and meeting new people. Luckily, I don't think we'll have to worry about that with Renae. For over an hour Renae didn't fuss! She just laid on the blanket and watched a little boy next to her play, or she would "sit" and watch the other babies moving about. She even smiled some at the many other babies and toddlers. Whew. We would have hated to ship her off to Uncle Trey . . . ;)



The Masson family (minus Renae) also headed to a hockey game this weekend. We had one of Jesse's co-workers from his old job over for dinner with her husband. Then we went to the game. It was pretty disappointing as ISU beat the other team 15-2 and there were NO fights. On a positive note, we did win a gift certificate to a local restaurant during the "chuck-a-puck" game. Woo-hoo!


In other Renae news, she has been sleeping really well this week! Before the cauliflower incident, she had been sleeping till 5:00 a.m every morning. But this week, once she got that gassiness out of her system, she slept till 5:00, then 6:00, then 6:30. Yesterday she slept till 7:30, and today she slept until 8:00! This Momma is loving it!

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Daddy's Girl . . .

Today is Jesse's day off. It's my favorite day of the week. Renae and I get to spend most of the day with him and we usually just take it easy. Today I got a quiet, uninterrupted bath while Jesse did an errand with Renae in tow. Since he was headed to his old workplace where he would inevitably be showing her off, I put her in appropriate clothing . . .

Monday, October 15, 2007

Renae's Ramblings-Part II

I (Julie) was going to write about our weekend, but it seems Renae would like to give her side of the story. Since she hasn't yet been given the tutorial for uploading pictures, I will do that for her and insert cute pictures of her throughout her post. Enjoy my very wordy daughter. I have NO idea where she gets it . . .




So Friday night Mommy and Daddy had some people over. Mommy spent all afternoon in the kitchen making these yummy smelling bread things and some soup she called chili. While she was preparing all the food, I saw her pour a few glasses of Dr. Pepper. She said it tasted really good because she doesn't drink that stuff much anymore. Something about the caffeine . . . Anyway, after Mom fed me around 6:30, I was pretty awake. In fact, I only took a few catnaps the entire time everyone was here. And when Mommy fed me around 10:00, I was still wide awake. I don't know why Mom kept saying "What was I thinking?" and "Dr. Pepper" a lot. But I was pretty happy-Until they laid me in my crib. What were they thinking? I wasn't tired, I was ready to party! There were still people there and I wanted to socialize. After lots of times of Mom and Dad coming into my room to put the pacifier in my mouth, I decided I would finally go to sleep. I heard Mom say, "I can't believe you are still awake. It's past 11:30." I don't know what those numbers mean. I just shrugged my shoulders and took a nap-until about 3:00. Mommy again said "I can't believe you are awake!" She said that I usually sleep longer nowadays. I tried to tell her that I didn't need to sleep anymore. I was awake. But all I could get out of my mouth were a few squeals and some good cries. Oh-and some spit up.





The next day we went to Nana and Grandpy's house. My cousins were there! I got to play with Taylor. Well, at least that is what Aunt Julie and Mommy said we were doing. But all I remember is my cousin was laying next to me staring at me. I tried to stare back but there were lots of bright colorful things to look at instead. I hope we will still be friends.





While we slept and "played" all day, Nana, Aunt Julie and Mommy were in the kitchen. They were trying out new recipes with pureed vegetables in them. They seemed a little over excited as they watched my cousin Addisyn eat her mac and cheese. They were so happy she liked it. I don't get it but I'm learning that adults do some weird things. At supper that night they were also really anxious to hear what Grandpy and my Uncle's thought of the meal. Nana and Aunt Julie and Mommy all seemed to be giving "the look" to those guys because they ended up not enjoying the meal that much. Apparently Mommy and the others put some Veggie Tales characters in the meal. I didn't think much of it, until I went to bed that night . . .





I usually sleep til 5:00, but on Saturday night I was not happy and I intended to let everyone know about it. First I woke up at 3:30. Mommy thought I was hungry so she made me eat. I was only a little hungry so I fell asleep on Mommy. She tried to beat some burps out of me but I just ignored them and kept on sleeping. Mommy laid me back down and she seemed happy that I had fallen asleep (so she thought). She looked tired. Well about 15 minutes later, I let them know that I was not asleep. In fact my tummy kind of hurt. Well, something hurt because I kept farting and farting and it didn't feel good. Dad came in and gave me my pacifier. It felt good to suck on my paci. Makes me think of eating. Yummy. After another half hour I got bored of that so I started crying again. Daddy came in again. He looked a little annoyed and tired. What are my parents always so tired? Daddy changed my diaper (ha-as if that would make things better-silly Daddy.) and then he put me back to bed. A half hour later he was back because I paged him via another crying session. My tummy still hurt but he didn't seem to get it. He put the pacifier back in my mouth and I slept for a little bit.






Then around 5:30 I woke up again. I decided that I was sick of farting. Maybe this time my parents will figure out that is why I'm so unhappy. Mom came in this time. She looked really annoyed. She tried to feed me again thinking I was hungry. However, if I could have spoken, I would have said, "Are you crazy? That milk you are giving me is poison!" But I'm still at a level 0 in my English language learning so I just took it and ate some more. There was definitely something in that milk. After Mommy put me back down, I was alright for a little bit. But then I spit up a lot and rolled around in it. I thought it would be fun to pretend there was snow in my crib. That was a dumb mistake. Playing in runny "snow" is NOT fun. I screamed some more to let my Mom know I had made a mistake. She came back in looking like she could cry. She changed my clothes and wrapped me in a new blanket. Like Dad, I think she thought she knew what I needed. Ha! Wrong again. 15 minutes later I cried again because my tummy hurt and I wanted someone to fix it! Mommy came back in and tried to make me feel better but she still didn't know what was wrong. I was better when she held me. This time, Mom brought me back to bed since it was 6:00 in the morning. Her friend was visiting and I guess my cries might have woken up our guest. I slept alright next to Mommy for about 2 hours. When Mommy and Daddy got up they looked a little worn out. Sheesh-what's with them? If they would have just known that I was farting and it hurt . . . .





Later that day we went back to Nana and Grandpy's house. It turned out that my cousin Taylor had the same kind of night I had! And my Aunt Julie looked just as tired as Mommy and Daddy. Mommy said this after she talked to Aunt Julie-"Ohhh!!!!!" Well if I would have thought of that . . . ." I felt better by then and was excited to be with my cousins again. But for the rest of the day, I kept hearing Mommy and Aunt Julie talk with disgust about this thing called cauliflower . . . and how they will never again eat that stuff. If that is what poisoned Mommy's milk then I'm all for it. Well, I'm getting hungry now so I'm going to start revving my crying engine up. I hope Mommy will know what to do this time when I cry . . .

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Renae's Ramblings . . .


Today Mommy is letting me do the writing. She may regret her decision later.


Today I did lots of things. First I woke up at 5:00 a.m. I slept for a really long time last night because I'm learning that sleeping is a fun thing. I close my eyes and dream about faces and other baby things. Somewhere in there I poop my pants and when I wake up Mom changes them for me. Seriously-sleep is a pretty good deal for me. For some reason Daddy usually doesn't change me when I've filled up my pants. I'm not sure if he is scared of me or what but I think it's giving me a complex. I'm not sure what that word means but I hear Mommy whispering stuff like that to me when Daddy is away. I just spit up. That's nasty.


Anyway, after I woke up today I was pretty happy. I chilled for awhile with Daddy (he sure does love holding me after Mom changes my diaper-I think his love is conditional.) Then Mom had a great idea to go for a walk. Dad said maybe we shouldn't because it was kind of cold this morning. But they ended up doing it anyway. They wrapped me up burrito style, shoved an itchy hat on me, and placed me in my car seat. I'm not a fan of my car seat. Sometimes I think Mom and Dad are downright evil when they put me in there. So I let them know by screaming as loud as I can. I throw out a few punches too. Yeah-that will show them. Oops, I just spit up again. Will someone come wipe that up for me?


So we go for a walk and I learn that Daddy is brilliant. A genius in fact. He should be a weather man because it WAS cold outside. I wanted to show them how brave I was but when they got really far away from home I decided then was a good time to let them know what I really thought. So I screamed for a long time. Eventually Mom gave me my pacifier and I decided I could hack it the rest of the way home. I'm so brave. They should give me a Blue Pacifier.


The rest of the morning and afternoon I pooped some more and again Mommy changed me. Then I don't remember a whole lot because I slept for awhile. Every once in awhile I would wake up and see what looked like Wal-Mart and a coffee shop. Huh. I guess Mom and Dad wanted to spend time together or something like that. Aren't I more fun? I felt jealous so to get their attention I spit up some more. They both called me a turd. But 5 minutes later they told me how cute I was. I really think I am going to develop a complex.


Tonight Mommy brought me to Nana's house so she could wash some clothes. When Mom put me in the car seat I felt I needed to remind her again of how much I hate that thing. So for a long time I did my best screaming act ever. I even threw in a red face for a stronger effect. She just smiled at me and hauled me out to the car. I gave up crying after awhile because riding in the car is pretty sweet. Sometimes I pretend I'm J-Lo and my chauffeur is driving me to my next club appearance. Then I spit up and remember that I'm just a pretty cool, cute little girl who is loved lots by her equally cool Mom and Dad. Life is pretty good . . .