Thursday, January 21, 2010

2 months in a flash

Who is that boy?? The hair is gone and I hardly recognize him.

Greta grew into and out of her first pair of shoes (made by Grandma Dutson). Super cute, eh?


Greta at 1 week old.


Greta at 2 weeks old.


Wrapping paper swimming after Christmas morning at G & G Rollins.



Grandpa Rollins 90th Birthday at Turf Paradise Race Track in Phoenix.


Happy Birthday Grandpa!


Visiting Grandpa's Ranch and the race horses.


Cousins Greta (6 wks) and Henry (14 wks).


To remind you that Luke looks like this now.
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Tuesday, January 5, 2010

And He Said...

Yesterday Caleb was given a CTR (Choose The Right) ring in church.  He came out of his class and told Ben, "today we got rings but we didn't get married."

I'm glad to hear primary teachers aren't betrothing sunbeams to each other.

Monday, December 7, 2009

She's Here!

Greta Catherine was born Tuesday, December 1st at 5:02am.
7 lbs 4 oz
20 inches



Check out all the hair!!



Birth story in a nut shell...I was scheduled to be induced on Tuesday morning at 6:00am. Throughout this pregnancy my platelets dropped really low and the doctors were unable to get them high enough to make everyone comfortable, including me. They planned to transfuse me with platelets the morning of the induction so that I would have less risk of bleeding out and also so that I could get an epidural.

Instead of following the nice plan set up by the OB and Hematologist I woke up at 3:00am with pretty intense contractions. We arrived at the hospital at 3:45am and our baby came at 5:02am.

She's perfect and I'm immensly grateful to not be pregnant any more.


In other news, Luke lost his first tooth!

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Sunday, October 18, 2009

Grandpa's Garden

Grandpa Rollins grew a surplus of all kinds of vegtables this year. We've enjoyed tomato soup and yummy salsas from home grown tomatoes. Squash soup from home grown squash. And my very favorite was the carrot ginger soup from garden grown carrots the boys helped pull up.


The boys have tried all sorts of vegtables from the garden. Luke has liked most of them including beets and green beans. Caleb has hated most of them. Both have loved the cantalope and watermelon.

Luke and Caleb have enjoyed working in the garden with Grandpa Rollins this year. I hoped they're developing a green thumb of their own!
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Pumpkins

We picked out pumpkins yesterady to carve up in celebration of my Dad's 52nd birthday. It was a perfect day for pumpkin picking! I don't think the beauty of harvest time will ever compare to upstate NY's, but yesterday came pretty close.


Also, here's what 7 months looks like. Still coming along and getting more and more crowded.
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Newest Nephew


Kami had her son on Tuesday, October 6th. They named him Henry Paul. They are doing great and we can't wait to meet him.
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Saturday, October 10, 2009

Dang you, Caleb!

Recently, Caleb has had a poop problem. He's had a little rash (what the pediatrician diagnosed yesterday as a strep A infection) around his bum hole which makes pooping pretty painful and bloody. (sorry) And so, he will hold his poop for as long as it will hold and then unload in his pants, and sometimes in the potty. (Sorry again, I have to set up the story.) Although I feel bad it hurts him to poop it's got to come out one way or another so can he please put it in the potty!?!


A week or so ago I was at lunch with my grandma who was visiting, my aunt, my mom, her friend, and Caleb. Before getting there my grandma had bought Caleb some little figure guys and he took them into the restaurant to play with. At the end of the meal Caleb began doing his poop dance which I've come to recognize and loathe. I took him to the potty where he peed and then refused to poop saying, "see mom, there's no poop." He was even holding his little legs together in order to keep his cheeks together and keep the poop in. I told him that I was going to have to take his new toys until he could put his poop in the potty. The stink said while sitting on the potty and squeezing, "I want you to. I want you to take my toys!" Fine.

We went back to the table where he immediately took his toys and threw them across the table at me. He didn't poop until later that day.

Last week on an especially frustrating day on and off the potty. He says to me from the couch, "the quickest way to stop poop is to sit on a pillow." What?? He sits on a pillow and sort of bounces up and down until the 'pains' stop and then he'll go play again until finally...the poop has no choice but to...

We finally got some medicated cream and an antibiotic to clear all this up and hopefully resume a normal bowel movement. Geez, I thought I was done cleaning up his rear.