Thursday, November 10, 2011
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Nora Blue Kleczka
Nora Blue Kleczka is laying contently in her mother's arms as I write this. She and her mother are healthy and happy, with more than a fair bit of tired thrown in for mom. Nora is just shy of four days old and already holds her mother's and I's hearts in her little soul. Her big sister Lucy can't stop hugging her, kissing her, and "beeping" her nose. We're all adjusting to the changes, but we realize even the more difficult adjustments can be more aptly described as blessings.
Nora Blue decided to come into the world by scaring the be-jeezus out of her parents. On Saturday I was just getting out of bed when I heard Carrie yelling for me from downstairs. A second yell qualified as a full-fledged scream. I ran downstairs to find Carrie standing in the kitchen, blood pooling around her feet, her pants soaked completely through with blood. She thought her water had broken, but it was not water. I had never been so scared in my life.
Lucy, bless her heart, had grabbed a paper towel and was trying to help clean it up. Amazing that even in a moment of complete dread that her two-and-a-half year old response could warm my heart.
Fortunately, Carrie's dad was already on his way over and so we were able to rush to the Lakeview hospital which is only a mile or so from our home. It was not the hospital we were planning on going to, but we decided speed was critical. In fact, Carrie said I was going 60 mph down the Stillwater side streets, although everything seemed slow-motion to me. I should have gone faster.
The first few hours in the hospital didn't bring too many answers. The doctor's and nurses weren't telling us much. One option was that the placenta had torn slightly. They didn't tell us the other option until well after Nora was born healthy- namely, that it was Nora's blood in which case a stillbirth was likely.
In fact, we found out afterwards they had prepped for an emergency c-section and our nurse was so nervous about what was going on that the doctor had to calm her down. They ran a battery of tests, and the one that was most reassuring was the "poke" test. The doctor literally poked Nora in the head with his finger (still in the womb) and watched her reaction. If she hadn't reacted positively they would have rushed us for an emergency c-section. Nora's reaction was active, so the doctor decided we should help jump-start labor.
The broke Carrie's water around 11 a.m. and the rest of the birth was thankfully routine and natural (a routine labor of course being deeply moving.) Carrie pushed only 4 times and Nora Blue popped out with her thumb in her mouth, a full head of dark hair, and a wonderful hawk-like cry. She was beautiful!
We don't know the reason for the blood, and it sounds like at this point we never will. The doctor assured us several times we don't need to worry about any resulting danger to Carrie's health.
Lucy loves her baby sister dearly, and can't get enough of her. For some reason she likes to poke Nora's nose and say "Beep." Every time she does I am reminded of the doctor's "poke" that helped reassure us Nora was doing okay in the womb.
Maybe Nora just thought Halloween was a good time of year for scares. With two girls, I know I have a lot more scares ahead of me (please don't even mention the teenage years) but hopefully none of them come even close to the scare that morning. Considering how it turned out though, I'll take any scare that comes with even a tenth-as-happy a result.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
PuddleDeuce
PuddleDeuce is coming in Nov. Wednesday we're going to try to find out if its a boy or girl, so we're going to run the sex predictor tests that were right last time to see what we come up with this time:
Chinese Lunar Chart
A chart was found in an ancient royal tomb near Beijing, and is said to be over 90% accurate in predicting sex. Result is based on age of mother (29) and month of conception (February.)
BOY
Where is the extra weight on the mother?
Out front = Boy. Hips and bottom = Girl.
BOY
How cold are the mother's feet?
Colder = Boy, No Change = Girl
GIRL
Does the mother refuse to eat the heel of a loaf of bread?
No = Boy, Yes = Girl
BOY
Is the father gaining weight along with the mother?
Yes = Boy, No = Girl
GIRL
What is the maternal grandmother's hair color?
Gray = Boy, Other = Girl
GIRL
Does the mother look particularly good during pregnancy? (Girls steal their mother's looks)
Yes = Boy, No = Girl
INCONCLUSIVE (PuddleDaddy and PuddleMama had mixed opinions- obviously PuddleDaddy predicts a boy based on this test)
Has the mother's chest development been dramatic?
No = Boy, Yes = Girl
BOY
Is the mother's urine bright neon or dull yellow?
Bright neon = Boy, Dull yellow = Girl
BOY
Has the mother been craving meats/cheese or fruit more?
Meats/Cheese = Boy, Fruit = Girl
BOY
Has the mother's nose spread during pregnancy?
Yes = Boy, No = Girl
GIRL
Is the baby's heart rate above or below 140 beats / minute
Below = Boy, Above = Girl
GIRL
Has the mother been craving orange juice every day?
No = Boy, Yes = Girl
BOY
Does the mother's abdomen look more like a watermelon or a basketball?
Basketball = Boy, Watermelon = Girl
GIRL
Mix the mother's urine with Drano.
Brownish Color = Boy, Clear = Girl
INCONCLUSIVE (We still didn't do this test)
TOTALS:
Girl = 6 (40%)
Boy = 7 (46.67%)
Inconclusive = 2 (13.33%)
Margin of Error = +/- 100%
A chart was found in an ancient royal tomb near Beijing, and is said to be over 90% accurate in predicting sex. Result is based on age of mother (29) and month of conception (February.)
BOY
Where is the extra weight on the mother?
Out front = Boy. Hips and bottom = Girl.
BOY
How cold are the mother's feet?
Colder = Boy, No Change = Girl
GIRL
Does the mother refuse to eat the heel of a loaf of bread?
No = Boy, Yes = Girl
BOY
Is the father gaining weight along with the mother?
Yes = Boy, No = Girl
GIRL
What is the maternal grandmother's hair color?
Gray = Boy, Other = Girl
GIRL
Does the mother look particularly good during pregnancy? (Girls steal their mother's looks)
Yes = Boy, No = Girl
INCONCLUSIVE (PuddleDaddy and PuddleMama had mixed opinions- obviously PuddleDaddy predicts a boy based on this test)
Has the mother's chest development been dramatic?
No = Boy, Yes = Girl
BOY
Is the mother's urine bright neon or dull yellow?
Bright neon = Boy, Dull yellow = Girl
BOY
Has the mother been craving meats/cheese or fruit more?
Meats/Cheese = Boy, Fruit = Girl
BOY
Has the mother's nose spread during pregnancy?
Yes = Boy, No = Girl
GIRL
Is the baby's heart rate above or below 140 beats / minute
Below = Boy, Above = Girl
GIRL
Has the mother been craving orange juice every day?
No = Boy, Yes = Girl
BOY
Does the mother's abdomen look more like a watermelon or a basketball?
Basketball = Boy, Watermelon = Girl
GIRL
Mix the mother's urine with Drano.
Brownish Color = Boy, Clear = Girl
INCONCLUSIVE (We still didn't do this test)
TOTALS:
Girl = 6 (40%)
Boy = 7 (46.67%)
Inconclusive = 2 (13.33%)
Margin of Error = +/- 100%
BOY!!!!!!!!
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Yah, Ticko Nafer Smile
Lucky is over 14 months now, and cute as ever. Here are a few of my most favorite cutenesses recently:
1. Lucky knows where her tongue is thanks to Grandma Patsy, but doesn't know where her nose is (when asked where her tongue is, she sticks it out. When asked where her nose is, she grabs her tongue instead of just sticking it out.) Grandma Patsy- work on the nose next, okay?
2. Lucky doesn't know how to say "no" but says "yah" all the time. The combination of #1 and #2 make me even more afraid of the teenage years, as if I wasn't already worried enough.
3. Lucky's vocabulary is limited to: "yah", "dada", and "ticko ticko ticko" (tickle tickle tickle.) Yes, she'll say tickle tickle tickle but not mama. Actually, she did say mama for one day, which leads us to believe she intentionally says "dada" instead of mama, especially since an evil laugh usually follows.
4. Lucky will make a constant gurgling sound when PuddleMama takes her for a run in the stroller. This is, of course, so that when she goes over bumps the gurgling changes sounds and she can laugh at herself.
5. Lucky loves Nilla Wafers more than anything else in this world. She knows how to get them too- whine at PuddleMama or smile at dada. In our house, they are known as "Nafers."
6. Lucky also loves to let PuddleDoggy outside. She runs to the door and needs to go outside to let him into the yard, or back into the house. She loves her puppy.
7. Lucky carries around one of her little dresses with shoulder straps as a "purse" and often will put her "cell phone" (a fake wood piece of bread) into the purse after chatting baby-alien jigaboo into it.
8. Actually, Lucky uses pretty much every single toy she has as a phone. Lucky using a remote control as a phone is one thing. Lucky using a fake plastic frying pan as a phone is an indication she sees PuddleMama talking on the phone too much.
9. Lucky learned how to high-five yesterday. I hope this doesn't go the way of her saying "mama" and become a one day skill, because her giving me a high five is so.... awesome.
10. And my most favorite- Lucky smiles at everything. Take her out of her stroller? Smile. Give her a grill cheese? Smile. Pick her up? Smile. Set her down? Smile. See her when I get home? Smile. And it is the most fabulous smile ever (she gets it from PuddleMama.)
1. Lucky knows where her tongue is thanks to Grandma Patsy, but doesn't know where her nose is (when asked where her tongue is, she sticks it out. When asked where her nose is, she grabs her tongue instead of just sticking it out.) Grandma Patsy- work on the nose next, okay?
2. Lucky doesn't know how to say "no" but says "yah" all the time. The combination of #1 and #2 make me even more afraid of the teenage years, as if I wasn't already worried enough.
3. Lucky's vocabulary is limited to: "yah", "dada", and "ticko ticko ticko" (tickle tickle tickle.) Yes, she'll say tickle tickle tickle but not mama. Actually, she did say mama for one day, which leads us to believe she intentionally says "dada" instead of mama, especially since an evil laugh usually follows.
4. Lucky will make a constant gurgling sound when PuddleMama takes her for a run in the stroller. This is, of course, so that when she goes over bumps the gurgling changes sounds and she can laugh at herself.
5. Lucky loves Nilla Wafers more than anything else in this world. She knows how to get them too- whine at PuddleMama or smile at dada. In our house, they are known as "Nafers."
6. Lucky also loves to let PuddleDoggy outside. She runs to the door and needs to go outside to let him into the yard, or back into the house. She loves her puppy.
7. Lucky carries around one of her little dresses with shoulder straps as a "purse" and often will put her "cell phone" (a fake wood piece of bread) into the purse after chatting baby-alien jigaboo into it.
8. Actually, Lucky uses pretty much every single toy she has as a phone. Lucky using a remote control as a phone is one thing. Lucky using a fake plastic frying pan as a phone is an indication she sees PuddleMama talking on the phone too much.
9. Lucky learned how to high-five yesterday. I hope this doesn't go the way of her saying "mama" and become a one day skill, because her giving me a high five is so.... awesome.
10. And my most favorite- Lucky smiles at everything. Take her out of her stroller? Smile. Give her a grill cheese? Smile. Pick her up? Smile. Set her down? Smile. See her when I get home? Smile. And it is the most fabulous smile ever (she gets it from PuddleMama.)
Sunday, April 4, 2010
How many juices is one juice too many? (and other adventures in Florida)
(I wrote most of this post the last few days of our trip to Florida, but am just getting around to finishing and uploading it today...)
PuddleMama, Lucky, and I are enjoying a few sunny weeks in Florida. We drove down in two long days. Lucky did great for most of the trip. She complained a little about being couped up in the car for so long, but probably less than PuddleMama and I did. PuddleMama had to keep pressing Violet's (her talking/singing/blinking teddy bear) paw (thanks Aunt Trisa!) in order to play a tune and keep her happy. Without Violet the ride would have been a bit whinier, and certainly longer.
We took Lucky to her first Twin's game, let her walk on sand for the first time (after a long time of just standing on sand for the first time), took her swimming for the first time, and witnessed Lucky go from walking everywhere to running everywhere. Like any couple weeks, we saw Lucy do new wonderful things and grow too fast. Only we did it in sunny, 85 degree weather.
We had some good friends down for the first week. We visited a bunch of beaches, drank some beer/wine, and played cards and dominoes while the little ones slept. Suck it PuddleMama and Brian, maybe next vacation you won't lose 4 games to 1 at Buck.
We also had an adventure visiting my aunt, uncle and cousins over on Sanibel Island. We went for a walk on the beach and PuddleMama stepped on a Cuban Sea Conch Crustacean which spewed.... gunk. Everywhere. It was gross. And hil-arious.
Another not-so fun adventure with Lucky happened when PuddleMama went shopping for the afternoon. PuddleDaddy didn't realize Lucky doesn't usually drink a full sippy-cup and a half of undiluted juice for an afternoon snack. A gigantic ass-plosion occurred. Poop everywhere. This did not make for a happy PuddleDaddy.
The ride back from Florida was as unexciting as the ride down, but we made it home safe from Lucy's first full fledged road trip vacation. I am already planning when we can rent the R.V. and head to Mount Rushmore. Now that I know the proper amount of juice is acceptable I am all set.
PuddleMama, Lucky, and I are enjoying a few sunny weeks in Florida. We drove down in two long days. Lucky did great for most of the trip. She complained a little about being couped up in the car for so long, but probably less than PuddleMama and I did. PuddleMama had to keep pressing Violet's (her talking/singing/blinking teddy bear) paw (thanks Aunt Trisa!) in order to play a tune and keep her happy. Without Violet the ride would have been a bit whinier, and certainly longer.
We took Lucky to her first Twin's game, let her walk on sand for the first time (after a long time of just standing on sand for the first time), took her swimming for the first time, and witnessed Lucky go from walking everywhere to running everywhere. Like any couple weeks, we saw Lucy do new wonderful things and grow too fast. Only we did it in sunny, 85 degree weather.
We had some good friends down for the first week. We visited a bunch of beaches, drank some beer/wine, and played cards and dominoes while the little ones slept. Suck it PuddleMama and Brian, maybe next vacation you won't lose 4 games to 1 at Buck.
We also had an adventure visiting my aunt, uncle and cousins over on Sanibel Island. We went for a walk on the beach and PuddleMama stepped on a Cuban Sea Conch Crustacean which spewed.... gunk. Everywhere. It was gross. And hil-arious.
Another not-so fun adventure with Lucky happened when PuddleMama went shopping for the afternoon. PuddleDaddy didn't realize Lucky doesn't usually drink a full sippy-cup and a half of undiluted juice for an afternoon snack. A gigantic ass-plosion occurred. Poop everywhere. This did not make for a happy PuddleDaddy.
The ride back from Florida was as unexciting as the ride down, but we made it home safe from Lucy's first full fledged road trip vacation. I am already planning when we can rent the R.V. and head to Mount Rushmore. Now that I know the proper amount of juice is acceptable I am all set.
Monday, March 8, 2010
Partied. Out.
Lucky's one year bash was a roaring success! Cake was eaten (or at least smashed,) presents were unwrapped, and general merriment ensued. The love surrounding Lucky was amazing to say the least. However, there are always a few lessons to be learned:
1. Get more Rolling Rock.
2. Don't forget the (awesome) seven layer salad in the fridge.
3. Invite more kids. The chaos level needs to be kicked up a notch, and keg stands are no longer a viable option.
4. Dress Lucky up in more embarrassing outfits (see below.)
5. Walk/Run away as fast as possible when Papa Willy starts talking about the bottle opener in his pocket.
We didn't dress up Lucy too embarrassingly at her party, as seen here holding two of her favorite things- crackers and a picture of herself:
However, Lucy did get a hula outfit for her birthday direct from Hawaii via Grandma and Papa Duluth. I felt it was only right to share the outfit here:
Oh what (embarrassing outfits) will the next year bring?!
1. Get more Rolling Rock.
2. Don't forget the (awesome) seven layer salad in the fridge.
3. Invite more kids. The chaos level needs to be kicked up a notch, and keg stands are no longer a viable option.
4. Dress Lucky up in more embarrassing outfits (see below.)
5. Walk/Run away as fast as possible when Papa Willy starts talking about the bottle opener in his pocket.
We didn't dress up Lucy too embarrassingly at her party, as seen here holding two of her favorite things- crackers and a picture of herself:
However, Lucy did get a hula outfit for her birthday direct from Hawaii via Grandma and Papa Duluth. I felt it was only right to share the outfit here:
Oh what (embarrassing outfits) will the next year bring?!
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
O-N-E.
Lucky is one.
The months have flown by. Lucky changes so much every day I am intimidated by trying to keep up with her on this blog. The biggest physical change is she's walking like a champ now. Actually, more like a linebacker. She doesn't go around anything. She'll walk right over laundry, toys, other kids. If she falls she laughs and gets right back up. She is definitely tough. Her attempts to play tug with Clancy are hilarious. She'll bat the ring at his face until he grabs it and pulls her over. She actually won today because Clancy wasn't used to her hanging on for so long. Even Clancy is amazed by her daily changes.
Lucky's big b-day bash is on Saturday with family and a few close friends. I definitely have a new perspective on birthdays now. It sounds so obvious, but having a child with a birthday gives you a new view. I always remember my mom reminiscing about the day I was born every August 15th, but of course I didn't remember the day, so I thought about cake and presents and the end of summer (my mom would always remind me of that one.)
Now I'm the one reminiscing with PuddleMama about watching Celebrity Apprentice in the hospital when Lucky was negative one days old. I'm the one remembering what PuddleMama's..... face... looked like when Lucky arrived. I'm the one remembering holding Lucky for the first time and wondering when her head wouldn't look like a purple cone-head. Birthday's definitely take on a whole new meaning when I look into Lucy's baby blue eyes.
We gave Lucky a kitchen for her birthday. It comes with pots and pans, a "stainless" steel fridge, and more. Lucky is already whipping up meals and pretending to eat them. She hates eggs and chocolate, loves spicy pickles (but cries after eating them), and loves to sit on daddy's lap while he eats supper. Lucky seems to use her left hand more than her right when eating real or imaginary meals, which I am encouraging if for no other reason to add another nickname beginning with "L" to her aliases.
Oh, and she loves, LOVES, to brush her teeth after said meals. Where did that come from and why isn't my toothpaste so good I cry when someone takes my brush away?
I know everyone says it, but I already think she's growing up too fast.
Happy first birthday Lucky!
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Stink Face
Yes, yes, I'm sorry I haven't written for so long. Actually, I probably owe the biggest apology to Lucy- the last three months of your life were wonderful, and I failed to document them properly. Well, I failed to document them on this blog properly. In my head I can still see all of the following very clearly, and I doubt these images will ever fade:
1. Your stink-face when you first tried squash. I would have thought your puckered lips and prune face indicated you'd rather have mashed peas or banana's, but when you immediately opened wide and leaned forward for another mouthful I knew you were in love. You did give another stink-face at the second bite, but leaned in even more quickly for the third bite than you did for the second.
2. Your toothy smile when we first noticed you had two bottom teeth poking through. Five months- just like your pops! Maybe that means you'll need braces someday like your pop too. I just hope you don't need the head gear....
3. Your proud chewing after your little hand with two or three puffs stuck to it finally scooped one successfully into your mouth. Yes, it might have been a fluke, but that puff sure looked like it tasted good. You're now an old pro- you like to to scoop as many cheerios or puffs into your mouth as you can before chewing.
4. Your giggle as you grabbed PuddleDoggy's ear for the first time (yes, you did more than eat the last three months, although you might not know it since you were off the charts in height and weight at your 6-month doctor's appointment.) You do love your puppy, even if he's a little cautious around you still. PuddleDoggy likes to nap next to your crib with you.
5. Your vertical as you jump up and down in your jumper (you're doing it as I write this.) Actually, you prefer side-to-side over up and down, but either way you have more rhythm and dance moves at 6 months than your parents do combined (sorry PuddleMama, it's the truth.) PuddleMama likes to play some good dance music when you're in your jumper.
6. Your babbling. I fell in love with your mama on our first date when she talked for 25 minutes straight uninterrupted after I picked her up. I could listen to your babble and giggles and coo's even longer, and I do.
7. Your love of remote controls. You love them. For awhile you had trouble because your motor skills were limited and you ended up nailing yourself in the head with them. You're much better now, and other than trying to take a bite out of one every now and again, you're pretty adept with them as well.
The fall promises to be as busy as the summer- we're working on a new home for our family, and maybe a new ladybug room for Lucy.....
1. Your stink-face when you first tried squash. I would have thought your puckered lips and prune face indicated you'd rather have mashed peas or banana's, but when you immediately opened wide and leaned forward for another mouthful I knew you were in love. You did give another stink-face at the second bite, but leaned in even more quickly for the third bite than you did for the second.
2. Your toothy smile when we first noticed you had two bottom teeth poking through. Five months- just like your pops! Maybe that means you'll need braces someday like your pop too. I just hope you don't need the head gear....
3. Your proud chewing after your little hand with two or three puffs stuck to it finally scooped one successfully into your mouth. Yes, it might have been a fluke, but that puff sure looked like it tasted good. You're now an old pro- you like to to scoop as many cheerios or puffs into your mouth as you can before chewing.
4. Your giggle as you grabbed PuddleDoggy's ear for the first time (yes, you did more than eat the last three months, although you might not know it since you were off the charts in height and weight at your 6-month doctor's appointment.) You do love your puppy, even if he's a little cautious around you still. PuddleDoggy likes to nap next to your crib with you.
5. Your vertical as you jump up and down in your jumper (you're doing it as I write this.) Actually, you prefer side-to-side over up and down, but either way you have more rhythm and dance moves at 6 months than your parents do combined (sorry PuddleMama, it's the truth.) PuddleMama likes to play some good dance music when you're in your jumper.
6. Your babbling. I fell in love with your mama on our first date when she talked for 25 minutes straight uninterrupted after I picked her up. I could listen to your babble and giggles and coo's even longer, and I do.
7. Your love of remote controls. You love them. For awhile you had trouble because your motor skills were limited and you ended up nailing yourself in the head with them. You're much better now, and other than trying to take a bite out of one every now and again, you're pretty adept with them as well.
The fall promises to be as busy as the summer- we're working on a new home for our family, and maybe a new ladybug room for Lucy.....
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Roll Over. NOW!
PuddleMama just called me at work and reported that our little Lucky just had a big achievement. She rolled over (from her back to her stomach) three times! She had previously rolled from her stomach to her back, but now she is bi-rollable. Pretty sweet!
And for those of you who were wondering (I should have reported on this a few weeks ago) PuddleMama's first night away from Lucy went very well. PuddleMama did not need too many cocktails, and the only scare was a missed phone call from PuddleGramma who then did not immediately answer her phone. A special thanks to our friend who suggested "Maybe they are on their way to the emergency room!" Apparently, the issue that caused the original phone call had nothing to do with Lucy, but was instead not knowing what to do when the movie she was watching at our house was going to switch off because our DVR insisted two other programs needed to be recorded.
And for those of you who were wondering (I should have reported on this a few weeks ago) PuddleMama's first night away from Lucy went very well. PuddleMama did not need too many cocktails, and the only scare was a missed phone call from PuddleGramma who then did not immediately answer her phone. A special thanks to our friend who suggested "Maybe they are on their way to the emergency room!" Apparently, the issue that caused the original phone call had nothing to do with Lucy, but was instead not knowing what to do when the movie she was watching at our house was going to switch off because our DVR insisted two other programs needed to be recorded.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
4 Month Monster
Lucy had her four month appointment on Monday and the important stats are:
Weight: 15 lbs. 15 oz. (90+ Percentile)
Height: 26.5" (90+ Percentile)
Head: 16.5" (80+ Percentile)
Cheeks: Chubby (200+ Percentile)
She is doing great! Lucy also received a few more shots which seemed to bother her a little more than last time, but we gave her some baby tylenol and that seemed to help.
PuddleMama and I are staying at a friend's cabin on Saturday- without Lucy. This will mark PuddleMama's first night away from little Lucky. Don't worry, I plan on feeding PuddleMama cocktails at a high rate.
Weight: 15 lbs. 15 oz. (90+ Percentile)
Height: 26.5" (90+ Percentile)
Head: 16.5" (80+ Percentile)
Cheeks: Chubby (200+ Percentile)
She is doing great! Lucy also received a few more shots which seemed to bother her a little more than last time, but we gave her some baby tylenol and that seemed to help.
PuddleMama and I are staying at a friend's cabin on Saturday- without Lucy. This will mark PuddleMama's first night away from little Lucky. Don't worry, I plan on feeding PuddleMama cocktails at a high rate.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Father's Day/Girls Gone Wild
Father's Day has come and gone. PuddleMama made a great breakfast in bed (although I just can't eat in bed- we had to move out to the loft) and I got to spend the day hanging out with Lucy. My dad asked me on the phone if it felt any different from any other day, and I had to be honest, it didn't really. At first I was sad about that, but then I realized that it didn't feel too different than any other day *with* Lucy. It certainly felt different that the days pre-PuddleBaby. It really does feel like little Lucy has just always been here, and that feels more than good.
We don't think PuddleDoggy feels exactly the same way. PuddleMama remarked that when she arrives home with Lucy in tow PuddleDoggy will run down and meet them at the door. PuddleDoggy will then see Lucy, lower his head a little, and go sulking off to his doggy bed. Poor guy. Add on top of that the fact we're trying to sell our house resulting in a limited supply of doggy toys laying around and the result is a sad puppy. I have been trying to give him some extra belly rubs, and next week he is going to be the happiest dog around when he visits his cousins Brock, Indy, Sophie, and the enigmatic Tommy.
Oh, there was one small event on Father's day that made it feel unusual. I got mooned. I was walking PuddleDoggy by the softball fields and two boys (maybe 12-14 years old) gave me the old Glen Modean. They then yelled "Yeah, you like that a$$!" before riding off on their BMX's. It momentarily made me glad that I had a little girl and not a little boy... But then thoughts of Girls Gone Wild ran through my head and I quickly and forcibly changed my thought pattern to less terrifying things, like picking up PuddleDoggy's poop. And I used to *like* thinking about Girls Gone Wild. Just another unexpected side-effect of having a girl.
We don't think PuddleDoggy feels exactly the same way. PuddleMama remarked that when she arrives home with Lucy in tow PuddleDoggy will run down and meet them at the door. PuddleDoggy will then see Lucy, lower his head a little, and go sulking off to his doggy bed. Poor guy. Add on top of that the fact we're trying to sell our house resulting in a limited supply of doggy toys laying around and the result is a sad puppy. I have been trying to give him some extra belly rubs, and next week he is going to be the happiest dog around when he visits his cousins Brock, Indy, Sophie, and the enigmatic Tommy.
Oh, there was one small event on Father's day that made it feel unusual. I got mooned. I was walking PuddleDoggy by the softball fields and two boys (maybe 12-14 years old) gave me the old Glen Modean. They then yelled "Yeah, you like that a$$!" before riding off on their BMX's. It momentarily made me glad that I had a little girl and not a little boy... But then thoughts of Girls Gone Wild ran through my head and I quickly and forcibly changed my thought pattern to less terrifying things, like picking up PuddleDoggy's poop. And I used to *like* thinking about Girls Gone Wild. Just another unexpected side-effect of having a girl.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Holy Water, Raspberries, and Gas
Lucy is finally catching up on her normal schedule after a wonderfully full weekend. Lucy was baptised on Sunday surrounded by family and close friends.
She cried a bit during the ceremony, but as I have been told and love to repeat, that's just a baby's way of praying. My dad was actually disappointed she didn't cry more. She didn't yell when they finally poured the water over her, but she certainly made a stink face. (PuddleMama just yelled from the other room that Lucy is actually smiling in her bath- that would be a first. Maybe a little holy water and an eccentric priest was all she needed to start loving water.)
Lucy now has her very own Godmother and Godfather (like she didn't already have enough people doting on her!) They are two people who we know will always be positive forces in her life, and as I said before, I can't wait to see her relationship with them grow.
We were overwhelmed by all the love and support of not only the Godparents, but of all those around us, and we can't possibly thank everyone enough. Lucky truly is lucky, as are Lucky's truly lucky parents. Get that?
For the record, here's a picture of Lucy resting up for the big moment in her Godfather's arms:
On a different note, Lucy belly-laughed tonight harder than we have ever seen. I was giving her raspberries and she was loving it. Then she passed some gas, and was not loving it so much anymore, so I'm thinking it was a combination of gas and raspberries (I know that combination always gets me.) Either way, PuddleMama and I just sat there and laughed with her. I could have given raspberries all night. Too bad Lucy couldn't have had gas all night as well.
She cried a bit during the ceremony, but as I have been told and love to repeat, that's just a baby's way of praying. My dad was actually disappointed she didn't cry more. She didn't yell when they finally poured the water over her, but she certainly made a stink face. (PuddleMama just yelled from the other room that Lucy is actually smiling in her bath- that would be a first. Maybe a little holy water and an eccentric priest was all she needed to start loving water.)
Lucy now has her very own Godmother and Godfather (like she didn't already have enough people doting on her!) They are two people who we know will always be positive forces in her life, and as I said before, I can't wait to see her relationship with them grow.
We were overwhelmed by all the love and support of not only the Godparents, but of all those around us, and we can't possibly thank everyone enough. Lucky truly is lucky, as are Lucky's truly lucky parents. Get that?
For the record, here's a picture of Lucy resting up for the big moment in her Godfather's arms:
On a different note, Lucy belly-laughed tonight harder than we have ever seen. I was giving her raspberries and she was loving it. Then she passed some gas, and was not loving it so much anymore, so I'm thinking it was a combination of gas and raspberries (I know that combination always gets me.) Either way, PuddleMama and I just sat there and laughed with her. I could have given raspberries all night. Too bad Lucy couldn't have had gas all night as well.
Monday, June 1, 2009
Little Lucky's Spirit
Lucy will be baptised on June 14th. PuddleMama and I are very excited. Although my Catholic upbringing didn't produce the most devout Catholic, I do consider my spirituality, soul, and link to God to be very real. For me, it doesn't matter what denomination Lucy will be baptised in (other than some cool points for continuing family traditions) but it does matter that the baptism symbolizes her unique spirituality and the beginning of her relationship to God.
Part of the excitement includes the new special relationship Lucy will have with her Godparents- PuddleUncle (my brother Luke) and PuddleMamaBFF (Kat!) They are two people who we know will always be involved in a very positive way with Lucy's life, and who's values align very closely to our own. Based on my own experiences, I know what a wonderful deal it is to be close to a Godparent. I am closer to God through my relationship with my Godfather and step-Godmother, even if beer, baseball, and bonfires have facilitated that relationship more than rosary beads and bibles. I hope (and am very confident) Lucy will find her own unique relationship to her Godparents that in turn brings her closer to God.
We see more and more of Lucy's spirit everyday. She was very vocal today, appearing to finally realize she is the one making those gurgles, yips, and giggles. We gurgle, yip, and giggle right back at her of course. (In fact, we do it so much I found myself smiling at a coworker today like I do at Lucy when I'm trying to make her smile- in other words, with a wide open mouth and quenched up eyes. The great thing is, the coworker smiled back. I guess it works on all ages of peoples.)
Lucy's spirit is already lighting up my world, and I'm looking forward to watching it grow and bond with the world around her.
Part of the excitement includes the new special relationship Lucy will have with her Godparents- PuddleUncle (my brother Luke) and PuddleMamaBFF (Kat!) They are two people who we know will always be involved in a very positive way with Lucy's life, and who's values align very closely to our own. Based on my own experiences, I know what a wonderful deal it is to be close to a Godparent. I am closer to God through my relationship with my Godfather and step-Godmother, even if beer, baseball, and bonfires have facilitated that relationship more than rosary beads and bibles. I hope (and am very confident) Lucy will find her own unique relationship to her Godparents that in turn brings her closer to God.
We see more and more of Lucy's spirit everyday. She was very vocal today, appearing to finally realize she is the one making those gurgles, yips, and giggles. We gurgle, yip, and giggle right back at her of course. (In fact, we do it so much I found myself smiling at a coworker today like I do at Lucy when I'm trying to make her smile- in other words, with a wide open mouth and quenched up eyes. The great thing is, the coworker smiled back. I guess it works on all ages of peoples.)
Lucy's spirit is already lighting up my world, and I'm looking forward to watching it grow and bond with the world around her.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Are you feeling Lucky?
Yes!
Exercise for the reader: Get another browser window open and go to http://www.google.com/. Type "Lucy Kleczka" (including the quotation marks) and hit the "I'm Feeling Lucky" button.
Expected Result: I have rigged it so the google "I'm Feeling Lucky" button will take you straight to a blog post about my little Lucky! Have you ever seen anything quite so cool?!
Exercise for the reader: Get another browser window open and go to http://www.google.com/. Type "Lucy Kleczka" (including the quotation marks) and hit the "I'm Feeling Lucky" button.
Expected Result: I have rigged it so the google "I'm Feeling Lucky" button will take you straight to a blog post about my little Lucky! Have you ever seen anything quite so cool?!
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Laugh 1, 2, and 3
Lucy Kleczka laughed for the first time last night! It was amazing. Brief, but amazing. PuddleMama was attending baptism class and my good friend Seriously Dangerous Nick was hanging out with Lucy Kleczka and I (so there was another witness to this feat.) I immediately called up PuddleMama to brag that I just heard Lucy Kleczka laugh for the first, second, and third time. I heard the mixture of excitement and disappointment at not being there from PuddleMama that I expected. I appreciated PuddleMama's Facebook status later that night.
PuddleMama missed her daughter laugh for the first time. Effing baptism class!
Seriously.
I always anticipated that watching "firsts" would be an exciting and rewarding part of parenthood, but there is simply no way to anticipate the joy of watching your little girl start smiling because of gas, then smiling bigger because of gas, then start smiling because of you, then start smiling bigger because of you, then start almost-almost-laughing, then start almost-laughing, and then finally letting out a smiling, gurgling "Heh!" that makes your heart melt. Ridiculously amazing.
PuddleMama asked, as I'm sure most of you would, what I was actually doing to make Lucy Kleczka laugh. Well, I was actually just talking to Seriously Dangerous Nick. We were laughing quite a bit, so Lucy Kleczka just felt like she had to join in. Don't worry Seriously Dangerous Nick, I think she was laughing with us, not at us.
More please Lucy Kleczka!
FYI: I am not going senile. I did a google search on "Lucy Kleczka" and no hits were returned when I used the quotes. Hence I used "Lucy Kleczka" instead of just "Lucy" in this blog post to hopefully create some concrete hits on google. For the record, this blog did return as the 5th link if you did a search on Lucy and Kleczka without the quotes.
Seriously.
I always anticipated that watching "firsts" would be an exciting and rewarding part of parenthood, but there is simply no way to anticipate the joy of watching your little girl start smiling because of gas, then smiling bigger because of gas, then start smiling because of you, then start smiling bigger because of you, then start almost-almost-laughing, then start almost-laughing, and then finally letting out a smiling, gurgling "Heh!" that makes your heart melt. Ridiculously amazing.
PuddleMama asked, as I'm sure most of you would, what I was actually doing to make Lucy Kleczka laugh. Well, I was actually just talking to Seriously Dangerous Nick. We were laughing quite a bit, so Lucy Kleczka just felt like she had to join in. Don't worry Seriously Dangerous Nick, I think she was laughing with us, not at us.
More please Lucy Kleczka!
FYI: I am not going senile. I did a google search on "Lucy Kleczka" and no hits were returned when I used the quotes. Hence I used "Lucy Kleczka" instead of just "Lucy" in this blog post to hopefully create some concrete hits on google. For the record, this blog did return as the 5th link if you did a search on Lucy and Kleczka without the quotes.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Happy Mother's Day PuddleMama!
Today is Mother's Day, and like every Mother's Day at 9:08 a.m. I am smelly, tired, hung-over, and just plain feel like a dirty gym sock. However, my yearly fishing opener weekend tradition doesn't mean that it isn't an absolutely special Mother's Day because it is PuddleMama's first one with Lucy. So, despite feeling like soggy Frosted Flakes left in sour milk on the counter for two weeks, I am writing a very special blog post for PuddleMama to wish her a happy mother's day.
After Lucy came, we decided to tighten our belts and start a stricter budget, so I spent a time thinking of how exactly to give PuddleMama something special (and cheap.) And as I was looking in my closet last week I saw the infamous "Poem Pants." When PuddleMama and I first started dating I used to wear a pair of khaki cargo shorts on some of our dates. I would write a few lines of rhymes, or even a full fledged sonnet, and slip the poem into the cargo pockets. I was usually rewarded with a kiss and smile. (And yes, I realize that I call them the "Poem Pants" even though they are shorts. I am not above a little literary inaccuracy for some cheap and satisfying alliteration.)
ANYWAY, I thought in the spirit of creating something special (and cheap) for PuddleMama this Mother's day I would revive the spirit of the poem pants, and write a special sonnet dedicated to PuddleMama and Lucy. Remember, making it more special, is that it is 9:14 a.m. on Mother's day and I feel like the runny diarrhea Clancy had when PuddleMama was pregnant (see previous blog post for more information on that fun adventure) and yet I am sitting here creating a sonnet on the fly (or should I say on the "bumblebee"?)
So here it is:
Lucky Bumblebees
A pair of gently floating bumblebees,
softly sparks the peering eyes below.
Her smile dances brief before it flees,
but not before igniting cheeks to glow.
The mother's matching pair of eyes above,
illuminate in sync with Lucky's light.
Her smile lingers as she thinks of
another ray of sun from her little sprite.
The mirror of smiles reflects the constant flares
of tender love and bond uniquely theirs.
After Lucy came, we decided to tighten our belts and start a stricter budget, so I spent a time thinking of how exactly to give PuddleMama something special (and cheap.) And as I was looking in my closet last week I saw the infamous "Poem Pants." When PuddleMama and I first started dating I used to wear a pair of khaki cargo shorts on some of our dates. I would write a few lines of rhymes, or even a full fledged sonnet, and slip the poem into the cargo pockets. I was usually rewarded with a kiss and smile. (And yes, I realize that I call them the "Poem Pants" even though they are shorts. I am not above a little literary inaccuracy for some cheap and satisfying alliteration.)
ANYWAY, I thought in the spirit of creating something special (and cheap) for PuddleMama this Mother's day I would revive the spirit of the poem pants, and write a special sonnet dedicated to PuddleMama and Lucy. Remember, making it more special, is that it is 9:14 a.m. on Mother's day and I feel like the runny diarrhea Clancy had when PuddleMama was pregnant (see previous blog post for more information on that fun adventure) and yet I am sitting here creating a sonnet on the fly (or should I say on the "bumblebee"?)
So here it is:
Lucky Bumblebees
A pair of gently floating bumblebees,
softly sparks the peering eyes below.
Her smile dances brief before it flees,
but not before igniting cheeks to glow.
The mother's matching pair of eyes above,
illuminate in sync with Lucky's light.
Her smile lingers as she thinks of
another ray of sun from her little sprite.
The mirror of smiles reflects the constant flares
of tender love and bond uniquely theirs.
Pretty good for writing it while feeling like the inside of a clogged garbage disposal, huh?
As I said, I was usually rewarded with a kiss after digging into the poem pants, but as part of my Mother's day gift to PuddleMama I'll postpone that collection of that reward until I've brushed the cigars/booze/potato chips/maybe something grosser out of my mouth. I know, what a guy!
PuddleMama, go look in the leftmost desk drawer. Lucy picked out a card for you. Can you guess what's on it? Oh. And because I'm in danger of feeling too much on the "cheap" side why don't you go get your hair did. On me. I love you and will be home in a few hours! Happy Mother's Day PuddleMama!
Below are Cliff's Notes on the poem for those who need it, but don't worry- there won't be a quiz.
Cliff's Notes:
Form
- This poem is a sonnet, my favorite poetry form
- It follows a typical rhyming scheme, abab cdcd ee
- It is written in iambic pentameter
Symbolism
- Lucy's name means "light", hence all the "light" imagery
- Lucy's initials are L.U.K and I call her "Lucky" as much as I call her "Lucy"
- Lucy loves two bumblebees that hang over her on her play-mat. They are by far her favorite inanimate objects (or maybe semi-animate as the bumblebees have painted faces)
- Lucy has beautiful blue peepers, much like her mother (Cliff is maybe stating a little too much of the obvious here, egh?)
- The card I gave to PuddleMama has two bumblebees on it!
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Sex Predictors
No, I am not talking about my special purpose. I am just ready to tie up another loose end and list the tests that were accurate in predicting Lucy would be a girl. When PuddleDeuce really does come along, we will use the tests that were correct again with a bit more confidence (except for the drain-o test- I will never be confident that test would end with anything but an explosion.)
Blog Poll: Final results were 23-22 girl, and although rumours about ballot stuffing from a certain place of business on 6th avenue in Duluth are running rampant, "boy" will concede the election to "girl" with grace and dignity and without a supreme court appeal.
Real Athletes Have Girls: Check.
Fast Heartbeat: PuddleBaby's heartbeat was always on the fast side, which is thought to indicate a girl.
Chinese Lunar Chart: 90% accurate. I'm convinced.
Feet Temperature: No change indicates a girl. PuddleMama's feet were warm and cozy throughout the pregnancy. Maybe this was because she made me massage them so much. That's it! Next time no foot massages, PuddleMama!
Does the mother refuse to eat the heel of a loaf of bread? Yes = Girl. Great, I'm pretty sure this once is not going to change between now and the day Lucy checks me into the old peoples home.
Is the father gaining weight along with the mother? No = Girl. I better eat breakfast more regularly next time PuddleMama is pregnant if we want a boy. And by breakfast I mean doughnuts and waffles and bacon. Every day.
What is the maternal grandmother's hair color? Not Gray = Girl. Little Lucy's guardian angel has some beautiful hair, and its not gray but more of a shiny golden brilliant color.
Does the mother look particularly good during pregnancy? (Girls steal their mother's looks) No comment.
Has the mother's chest development been dramatic? Yes = Girl. Well if there is ever a reason to make Lucy a sister...
Is the mother's urine bright neon or dull yellow? Dull Yellow = Girl. I can't wait to test this again the second time around... PuddleMama: "PuddleDaddy, come look at my pee!"
Has the mother been craving meats/cheese or fruit more? Meats/Cheese = Boy, Fruit = Girl. Not the most exciting indicator, is it?
Has the mother's nose spread during pregnancy? No = Girl. I wonder if by "nose" they really mean "nose?"
Has the mother been craving orange juice every day? Yes = Girl. This one was particularly hard after the GD diagnosis which greatly limited OJ intake.
Does the mother's abdomen look more like a watermelon or a basketball? Watermelon = Girl. Lame.
Father's Intuition: The last few months in particular I really felt it was going to be a girl. Pat on the back for me.
Well there you have it. My Little Lucky Lucy is dazzling us by growing and smiling and almost laughing. I have more thoughts on this whole having a "girl" business, but I'll save them for another post, to come soon.
Blog Poll: Final results were 23-22 girl, and although rumours about ballot stuffing from a certain place of business on 6th avenue in Duluth are running rampant, "boy" will concede the election to "girl" with grace and dignity and without a supreme court appeal.
Real Athletes Have Girls: Check.
Fast Heartbeat: PuddleBaby's heartbeat was always on the fast side, which is thought to indicate a girl.
Chinese Lunar Chart: 90% accurate. I'm convinced.
Feet Temperature: No change indicates a girl. PuddleMama's feet were warm and cozy throughout the pregnancy. Maybe this was because she made me massage them so much. That's it! Next time no foot massages, PuddleMama!
Does the mother refuse to eat the heel of a loaf of bread? Yes = Girl. Great, I'm pretty sure this once is not going to change between now and the day Lucy checks me into the old peoples home.
Is the father gaining weight along with the mother? No = Girl. I better eat breakfast more regularly next time PuddleMama is pregnant if we want a boy. And by breakfast I mean doughnuts and waffles and bacon. Every day.
What is the maternal grandmother's hair color? Not Gray = Girl. Little Lucy's guardian angel has some beautiful hair, and its not gray but more of a shiny golden brilliant color.
Does the mother look particularly good during pregnancy? (Girls steal their mother's looks) No comment.
Has the mother's chest development been dramatic? Yes = Girl. Well if there is ever a reason to make Lucy a sister...
Is the mother's urine bright neon or dull yellow? Dull Yellow = Girl. I can't wait to test this again the second time around... PuddleMama: "PuddleDaddy, come look at my pee!"
Has the mother been craving meats/cheese or fruit more? Meats/Cheese = Boy, Fruit = Girl. Not the most exciting indicator, is it?
Has the mother's nose spread during pregnancy? No = Girl. I wonder if by "nose" they really mean "nose?"
Has the mother been craving orange juice every day? Yes = Girl. This one was particularly hard after the GD diagnosis which greatly limited OJ intake.
Does the mother's abdomen look more like a watermelon or a basketball? Watermelon = Girl. Lame.
Father's Intuition: The last few months in particular I really felt it was going to be a girl. Pat on the back for me.
Well there you have it. My Little Lucky Lucy is dazzling us by growing and smiling and almost laughing. I have more thoughts on this whole having a "girl" business, but I'll save them for another post, to come soon.
Monday, April 27, 2009
PuddleBaby Prediction Contest Winners
Winning Lottery Numbers:
Date: March 2nd
Sex: Girl
Weight: 7 lbs. 12 and 3/4 oz.
This post is long past overdue, but I finally went through the guesses and figured out the winners. Note, all three correctly guessed the date. 1st and 2nd place correctly guessed the sex as well.
First Place: "Puddlegramma in Duluth's co-worker" with a weight guess within 2 and 1/4 oz!
Second Place: "Dan the Man Weaver"
Third Place: "Grandma Duluth's Hawaii Friends"
Consolation: Anyone who is willing to label themselves with a "Puddle" before their relation to Lucy. For example, PuddleGrandma, PuddleUncle, PuddleDaddysFriendFromIBM, etc. You are all winners if you are willing to do that.
While I have had complaints that "Puddlegramma" (aka "Grandma Duluth") stacked the guesses with phantom friends and co-workers, there was no explicit rule against this. I promise to amend rules next time to require contestants to enter their own guesses. For now, however, I might have to ask PuddleMama how we can fit postage to Hawaii into our monthly budget.
Prizes to be distributed at the convenience of issuer, but all contestant winners can immediately brag to their friends and be filled with a sense of achievement and satisfaction that they are the brightest baby predictors to read this blog. Congratulations!
Date: March 2nd
Sex: Girl
Weight: 7 lbs. 12 and 3/4 oz.
This post is long past overdue, but I finally went through the guesses and figured out the winners. Note, all three correctly guessed the date. 1st and 2nd place correctly guessed the sex as well.
First Place: "Puddlegramma in Duluth's co-worker" with a weight guess within 2 and 1/4 oz!
Second Place: "Dan the Man Weaver"
Third Place: "Grandma Duluth's Hawaii Friends"
Consolation: Anyone who is willing to label themselves with a "Puddle" before their relation to Lucy. For example, PuddleGrandma, PuddleUncle, PuddleDaddysFriendFromIBM, etc. You are all winners if you are willing to do that.
While I have had complaints that "Puddlegramma" (aka "Grandma Duluth") stacked the guesses with phantom friends and co-workers, there was no explicit rule against this. I promise to amend rules next time to require contestants to enter their own guesses. For now, however, I might have to ask PuddleMama how we can fit postage to Hawaii into our monthly budget.
Prizes to be distributed at the convenience of issuer, but all contestant winners can immediately brag to their friends and be filled with a sense of achievement and satisfaction that they are the brightest baby predictors to read this blog. Congratulations!
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Slacking
I woke up one day last week, looked at Lucy, and swore she grew about 4 inches and 2 pounds overnight. It is amazing how much bigger she is already. She had her one month checkup two weeks ago and weighed in at a solid 9 lbs. 12 oz. I know she is well over 10 lbs now. Hurray for chubby baby!
The last month and a half has been exhausting, as evidenced by the lack of posts. Take heart, however, in the fact that I do have a list of topics I want to blog about (yes, it's a bullet pointed list.) Lucy's arrival was not the only reason for this physical and mental exhaustion. PuddleMama and I have decided now is the time to try to move to our next home, and we have been preparing our townhouse for sale (note, in going through the entire house we did find several unsent wedding present thank yous- if you didn't get one yet it may still be on its way...) Today was the first day our fabulous townhouse is officially on the market.
http://www.edinarealty.com/Listing/ListingDetail.aspx?listing=39995973&Popup=1
We want to get Lucy and PuddleDoggy a nice big yard to play in, a room for just Lucy so she doesn't have to try to sleep through my blogging, and a house we can feel good about raising our family in.
I know Mom- not enough about LUCY. You don't have to remind me the name of this blog. Lucy is doing wonderful. She is beautiful and hungry and she even smiles at her mom sometimes. I have been trying to imitate PuddleMama's voice to earn a Lucy smile, but haven't hit the jackpot yet (for the record, Grover's voice gives the opposite of a smile.)
I am going to bed, but before I do I want to give a shout-out to a few loyal readers.
Brian and Kristin- congratulations! Lucy can't wait to meet her new friend.
The last month and a half has been exhausting, as evidenced by the lack of posts. Take heart, however, in the fact that I do have a list of topics I want to blog about (yes, it's a bullet pointed list.) Lucy's arrival was not the only reason for this physical and mental exhaustion. PuddleMama and I have decided now is the time to try to move to our next home, and we have been preparing our townhouse for sale (note, in going through the entire house we did find several unsent wedding present thank yous- if you didn't get one yet it may still be on its way...) Today was the first day our fabulous townhouse is officially on the market.
http://www.edinarealty.com/Listing/ListingDetail.aspx?listing=39995973&Popup=1
We want to get Lucy and PuddleDoggy a nice big yard to play in, a room for just Lucy so she doesn't have to try to sleep through my blogging, and a house we can feel good about raising our family in.
I know Mom- not enough about LUCY. You don't have to remind me the name of this blog. Lucy is doing wonderful. She is beautiful and hungry and she even smiles at her mom sometimes. I have been trying to imitate PuddleMama's voice to earn a Lucy smile, but haven't hit the jackpot yet (for the record, Grover's voice gives the opposite of a smile.)
I am going to bed, but before I do I want to give a shout-out to a few loyal readers.
Brian and Kristin- congratulations! Lucy can't wait to meet her new friend.
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