Thursday, April 24, 2008

A present for Charity.

James and I have been thinking for a long time about what we can get Charity to show our love and appreciation for all she does for us. Ok, I have probably been thinking longer than James on this, but I solicited his help anyway.

After thinking a little, we decided that the time was right to invest in something that Charity has wanted for a long long long time--a digital piano. (James took notes and implemented his cousin Julianna's posing tutorial for this picture.)

While my wife collapsed peacefully into an exhaustion-induced nap, grandpa and I snuck to the music store and picked up a Yamaha that was on sale. It was a good deal at a good time. After several attempts at trying to fit the box into a 96 Camry, we finally gave up and took it out of the box.

Ahhhh! There's a piano on my face!

I put the piano together while Charity watched in anticipation for me to finish. Here I am making sure the book stand is set to the exact angle for maximum anthropometric efficiency:

As we were putting it together, my Dad read the user's manual and discovered some extra features that we didn't know the piano had. The result was a very happy Charity.

As Charity sat down and started playing, James woke up from his nap and wanted to know what was going on in the next room. I carried him over and laid him on a chair next to Mommy playing some Bach. He was instantly mesmerized by the music.


On another note... or another variation on the same tune of late....James continues to charm.
This is another picture of James with Grandma Howell that I think is pretty adorable:

Sunday, April 20, 2008

One Week

MONDAY:
On Monday James discovered what real hunger was. He decided that he did not like it, not in the least. He made his opinion known to us, his parents, and we did our best to meet his demands. After eating his fill he flopped onto his daddy to be burped. This is what he looked like after belching to his daddy's and my delight. (In future belching will probably not get the same positive reaction so he should enjoy it now while he can.)



TUESDAY:
After he discovered hunger he must have determined never to feel it again because he went on a feeding frenzy. He ate every hour on the hour for thirty minutes at a time from sometime Tuesday until Wednesday morning. Can we say ouch? Can we say sleep deprivation? So for those of you who may have wondered why I wasn't up to visitors, didn't return calls quickly, and was antisocial in general, now you know.

WEDNESDAY:
Happily, James decided that he was not going to starve and went to a much more reasonable schedule of eating about every two to three hours on Wednesday. We were very ready to leave the hospital at that point.

Daniel packed up the room and I got ready to go. We sat waiting on the bed for the nurse to come in so we could pounce.
"When can we leave?"
"Don't you want to stay for lunch first?" (more on hospital food should be written at a later date)
"No? Well then I'll get your paperwork together and get a wheelchair for you."

We made it home without misshap. I have never seen Daniel drive more carefully. It was cute to see him be so cautious and so light on the brakes and gas. This is not normal but I could definitely get used to it. :)

He dropped us off at the apartment and went to fill my prescription for pain medication. I fed James, again, and we sat down surrounded by my fortress of pillows. I must have completely passed out because the next thing I knew James was gone, Daniel was home, and I was completely disoriented. Daniel had found me sitting upright with my head at a very awkward angle on my chest, asleep. He put James down and knowing I hadn't slept much, left me to sleep. He sat still too long and passed out too. Needless to say we were both exremely disoriented when we woke. James was the only one who was serenely unaffected as I groggily scrambled to piece together exactly what was going on.

That evening Grandma and Grandpa Howell arrived from Virginia. They will be staying to help out and visit through next week. James loves them already.


THURSDAY:
James had his first visit to the pediatrician this Thursday. He got his first shot and as Daddy so eloquently put it "He took it like a man." He didn't cry hardly at all and it's a good thing too. Mama, that's me, was the anxious one as they waited for the nurse to come and it would have been difficult for her if he had been more affected by it. He weighed in at a healthy 8lbs 15oz at the pediatrician's office, apparently having gained half a pound from his last weigh-in at the hospital. It just goes to show that he is a very efficient eater.


Although uncertain about the carseat to begin with, he made peace with it and slept very well in it for a good portion of that day after his visit to the pediatrician.

FRIDAY:
On Friday the weather was beautiful. Spring seems to have arrived with James. The trees are blooming and the grass is a lovely shade of green. We went for a short walk around the apartment clubhouse and pond. James tried out his sling and approved of it by promptly falling asleep for the duration of the walk. I might add that it was a very slow walk as I am more at a shuffle while I heal up from the c-section.
SATURDAY:
Daddy went of various expeditions with Grandma for needed groceries/supplies. Daddy later went with Grandpa to look at electronic gadgets and dream of HD TV's. James and I napped on and off through the day, in between multiple feedings of course.

We also tried to get some good pictures of all three of us together. No real winners so far but we are going to keep trying. It's sort of hard to get all three of us looking in the same sort of direction. Perhaps once we have more of a settled routine for ourselves and aren't so sleep deprived.

Daniel took this one later in the day and it is one of my favorites. Eventually we'll get one with all three of us in it.:)

SUNDAY:
James has been very good to me on this day of rest. I was able to rest for a two hour stretch this afternoon while his daddy and grandpa were at church. It has been nice to listen to the Mormon Tabernacle choir and to reflect on this first week of motherhood, fatherhood, and new life.

We are so blessed.

Thursday, December 27, 2007

Christmas Eve 2007

Merry Christmas from Virginia. Charity and I drove down to my parents' house to celebrate the holidays with some of the most important people in our lives. I knew this would be a good vacation the moment I decided not to take I-78 home. That "road" has been under construction for over two years now.

My family has a convoluted tradition on Christmas Eve. After we read Luke chapter 2 and share a few other short stories like normal people, one party proposes that we should open one of our presents that night. The opposing party counters by suggesting that such a tradition has never existed. Then, the proposing party is given the opportunity to present sufficient evidence to persuade the powers-that-be that indeed it is a tradition to open up one gift on Christmas Eve. Finally, an "exception" is granted to allow for the traditional non-traditional present unwrapping.

Let's see if you can guess who wanted to open their present one day early in the following picture:

That blue dragon is my brother, Ben.

Josie gets in on the fun. I think they liked their gifts.

My mom made ham with potato salad, cranberry jello, corn, and a tossed salad for Christmas Eve dinner. Josie is doing quality control in the background.

This is my favorite present, even though I got her around my birthday.

Here is the Winchester contingent of the Howell family. Merry Christmas everyone!