Archive | May, 2014

the ham

28 May

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Yogurt…mmmm….

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Oh, are you watching me?

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Let me show you what silly looks like…first I eat with greater enthusiasm:

20140524 - Ari and Evie 008Then I use the tip of my tongue, just ’cause, and tilt my head to the side, because I know you find that adorable…

20140524 - Ari and Evie 009And I like to finish with the inverted, handless method of food consumption:

20140524 - Ari and Evie 010Little sister is not amused:

20140524 - Ari and Evie 001What I can tell you is, as we enter the terrible twos, it’s sometimes tough disciplining this mischievous munchkin (thicker skin has been ordered):

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I am in trouble.

(With the exception of the last photo, taken at Longwood Gardens this weekend by my very significant other, all pictures captured by our good friend Jon.  This weekend he and his wife brought over all my favorite foods and their camera, because they are some of the most considerate persons I’ve ever known.)

 

 

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caught

27 May

kisses

She puckers her lips and leans forward, begging to smooch her little sister, at least twenty times daily.  The littlest one constantly has food remnants, dried milk and yogurt caked into her hair.

Yet my heart both stops and swells just a little.  Every time.

sisters

22 May

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I’ll try to get some better pictures of us soon…for now, this is what we’ve got.

When I asked John, teary-eyed (those hormones!), what he thought Ari honestly felt toward her sister at this point, he replied, “I think she thinks Evie is something cute she gets to kiss from time to time.”  Sure enough.  Most every time I bring Evie into the same room, Ari leans towards her and starts puckering her lips.  Oh my heart!

Just two days before Evie was born, Ari came down with a wicked fever.  My normally not-so-cuddly, all-too-independent (is there such a thing?) little girl became a pathetic, adorable mess who wouldn’t leave my arms.  (A febrile kiddo is one of the saddest things.  Motrin = wonder drug!)  Luckily she turned around pretty quickly, but we are certainly worried about daycare germs getting our newborn sick.  The idea of having to take Evie to the ED to get a spinal tap, urinary catheter, blood culture, chest x-ray, and antibiotics makes me pretty sick (though of course the alternative is worse).  We asked the neonatologist who examined her in the hospital for suggestions, and I thought her advice was simple and awesome.

There’s really no way to isolate a newborn from her toddler sister if they live in the same house.  Sure, regular precautions like hand sanitation go a long way.  But it also helps to encourage the toddler to lightly touch (or kiss as the case may be) her little sibling on the top of the head and the bottom of the feet.  That way she doesn’t feel completely forbidden from contact, but she avoids the face and hands (which go straight into the mouth), the most direct routes for transmission of disease.

Luckily, Ari could not be happier with her brief contact with the top of Evie’s head…I think she likes the funny feeling of Evie’s fur-like hair against her lips.  And a recent thing: when Ari gets home, after she takes off her shoes, she likes to press the bottom of her feet against the bottom of Evie’s–makes her (and us) giggle!

happily surviving

21 May

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In the wise words of Love Actually: “To me, you are perfect.”

Can I say, so far, I’m enjoying the whole newborn-in-May way more than newborn-in-October-during-Hurricane-Sandy routine.  Better for moral!  And cluster feeding at night is easier when the nights are shorter.  (I have a feeling I’ll be singing a different tune status-post week 4 of life.  And this is not to say that I haven’t had many personal meltdowns, mitigated by a kind husband, patient friends, and ridiculously generous neighbors.)

Unfortunately, in John’s line of work, one doesn’t really get paternity leave, and I might have picked the worst time to deliver, as most of his colleagues were at a huge conference in Texas at the time.  So, just like last time, he was back to work 48 hours after the birth of our child.  And I, completely panicked, tried to figure out how to manage this weekend, keeping Ari happy and Evie alive (big sister just wants to crawl into the rock-n-play with “Eee-vah,” as she calls her), all the while still moving slowly and occasionally dribbling breast milk in my wake.  I am so appreciative of the friends who’ve dropped by, brought chocolate and other goodies, watched my daughters as I brushed my teeth, and read books to my eldest as I fed the younger.

Early Sunday morning, John got home from an overnight shift just as Ari was waking.  Evie had fallen asleep after dinner #11 (she is, in fact, a barracuda), so he gave me an extra 30 minutes to snooze while he started Ari’s morning routine.  He then retreated up to bed.  Normally I have until 8:15 am before Ari starts beating down the door, urging on the next adventure.  Unkempt, with teeth a little fuzzy, I strapped Ari into her stroller, and tried to finagle this sillily long wrap thing-y I had once attempted and failed when Ari was a newborn.  I’m sure it could have been more masterfully and efficiently executed, but the wrap seemed secure enough, and Evie slid right in.  With both girls in tow, a few diapers, wipes, sippy cup, and wallet stashed in the crevices of the stroller, I made it down our porch front steps without my pelvis prolapsing and felt a huge sense of accomplishment.  (Seriously, hats off to all the parents who make this parenting thing look easy, or at least routine…I am constantly a “hot” mess [those hormone fluctuations are no joke!], and I’ve already had some of my med school friends tell me that I’m an excellent form of birth control.)  I barely made it 8 steps when my lovely neighbor waved from across the street…at which point I took my opportunity to hijack her entire morning.  “Oh!  What beautiful weather!  We were just going for a walk.  Please, join us.  JOIN US!”

All I can say is thank goodness Evie makes cute little squeaks, smells good, and sleeps well in arms that know how to hold babies.  I think that was what convinced this sweet unassuming neighbor that a walk-turn-into-coffee-and-pastry-run-to-keep-the-hubs-asleep-and-the-toddler-entertained, which might have last 3+ hours, was exactly how she wanted to spend her morning.

 

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evelyn

16 May

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Evelyn Adelina Jesus.

a.k.a. Aurelia’s little sister.  Ari and Evie.

We got to meet our littlest girl at 12:41 PM on Wednesday, May 14, 2014, all 7 lb 6 oz of her, with a very similar hair style as her older sister.

 

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And suddenly our hearts grew ten sizes, and any semblance of our lives before her arrival seems so very far away.

We’re home, everyone is happy and healthy.  Her birth could not have gone better, and I look forward to sharing it, hopefully, in the next couple days.  For now, Evie is still passed out in the carseat after her first pediatrician’s appointment, so I’m going to shut my eyes for a few minutes as well.

Thank you all for the support throughout this pregnancy and in the last few days!

xoxo,

Evie, Ari, Anna, & John

 

on mother’s day

12 May

Thinking of my mother.  Still.

In many ways, Mother’s Day is easier now that I have almost two daughters of my own.  And I can think of and celebrate my mother–she really was the best.  But I wish she could be here, know our family as it is now.

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Happy Mother’s Day!  I have too many shining maternal examples in my life to recognize, so know that I am grateful for and inspired by you, constantly.

Thank you again, Yana & Chita…and for the sweet post.

two bright lights

9 May

Our family is touched and honored (and altogether surprised) to be featured in Two Bright Lights, though we’re fully aware that it’s entirely due to Julie Napear‘s raw talent and thoughtful eye.  We are humbled by the kind and encouraging words included in the post, and I admit they’ve given me a bit of a boost during the final days of this pregnancy.

John commented, “It’s bizarre to see our daughter with a nearly toothless grin!”  I replied, “It’s weird that we once had to support her to standing!”  And now we’re about to bring in another jiggly, squishy little girl–have a feeling we’ll feel just like fish out of water again, in a good way?

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