Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Bubble Boy

The best part of Christmas? Why, the bubbles, naturally!

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Baby Noon is Coming to Town

Dave is home today!

In celebration of the beginning of our Christmas, I had an appointment at my obstetrician and then ran errands--by myself! And I have to tell you: I felt free as a bird. Thoughts kept going through my head like, "Wow, that's a bitterly cold wind--good thing I don't have to carry around thirty pounds of boy and parka in this snow!"

I don't know whether that's a reflection of my sunny, glass-half-full outlook OR my sad life attached at the hip to a toddler. Since it's Christmas, I'll go with the former.

We have a busy holiday ahead of us, so I probably won't be able to post again until the New Year. I leave you with a new poll (TO THE LEFT) asking you to predict our second son's birthweek. If you need "something to go on," I'll remind you that early labor with Will began 4 days before my due date, real labor started the following day, and he was born 2 days before he was due. Do with that what you will!

Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays!

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

36 Weeks, Then and Now

On the left, 36 weeks with Will. On the right, 36 weeks with Nooner 2.

(I wish I could blow up the photo on the left, but I suppose there was a reason I was taking it from such a distance. I mean, WHAT WAS I EATING in 2008? Whatever it was, why did no one stop me??)

The side-by-side comparison makes me wonder if all those obnoxious "Looks like twins!" commenters were not, in fact, teasing me, but were instead truly concerned that I was carrying multiples and didn't know it. And how delusional was I when I deemed those 3/4-length skintight leggings appropriate attire for that body?

Anyway, enough incredulous ranting about The Great Belly of Yesteryear. The report (from the doctor) on Baby 2 is: head down & moderately low, heartbeat good & strong, my blood pressure's fine & dandy. The report from me is more along the lines of: Ooh, ouch! And also: Must you pummel my sternum with your (inevitably monstrous, weaponlike) feet? Concluding with: If you are already over 8 lbs., please plan to exit within a week, or, you know, never. Hey, thanks.

Also, at 36 weeks with Will, I wrote in my pregnancy journal something like "Your dad finally hung up the curtains in your nursery, so it's officially done...at last! Whew!"

Hm. Well, Baby 2 has a crib. Sure, the plastic's still on the mattress. As are three paintings, two duvets, a batch of newborn diapers and some miscellaneous overflow from Will's closet. There's a...bookshelf in there (the room, not the crib). And a little table with nothing on it. Oh, and a set of drill bits, because nothing says "Welcome home, Baby!" like DeWalt accessories.

Monday, December 21, 2009

More Favorites from the Will Files

1. My new remote control fire engine,
thanks to Aunt Jean, Uncle John, cousins Megan & Michael.

2. Pretending the monitor is a phone
(from the Zack Morris era, perhaps?)
and saying "Ohh?"with it held to his ear.

3. Maxin', relaxin', all cool--with his fly half-unzipped.
(Ahem, you might want to go one size larger, sir.)

4. His makeshift pajamas:
a combination of cousin Joe's
hand-me-down "HUNK" shirt
and some flowy parachute-style bottoms.

5. Frozen blueberries,
for the soothing of emerging molars.

Or did a squid just explode in my mouth?
Who can tell?

Friday, December 18, 2009

One Month to Go

In all my glory...

I'm glad I took this picture so I could see just how much dust has accumulated on our full-length mirror. Maybe it creates an airbrushing effect? Yeah, I'd better not clean it quite yet...

Things are progressing just fine. I think they'll check the baby's position at my 8-month appointment later today, so here's hoping this guy's aimed in the right direction.

We'll be back to our regularly scheduled Will-centric posting sometime next week!

Sunday, December 13, 2009

In Honor of the Holidays

Here are a few of Will's favorite things:

Retrieving Mama's shoes;
helpfully placing them on top of her feet.

Jumping on Dada's back;
demanding a ride by shouting "BAA!"

Finding our stash of extra keys;
attempting to unlock doors from the inside.

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Thanksgiving 2009: A Poem

His grandparents got him (huge) new shoes;

on Dada's lap he read the news.

Then for some playtime he was beggin'...

...so he played dress-up with cousin Megan.

He galloped on his Grandpop's back--

--played with the Colantoni pack--

--and ate spaghetti, roughly speaking,

then found the ballgame he'd been seeking.

And after a week of play so taxing,
he finally made time for some relaxing.

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Leah & Johnny

Congratulations to my lovely friend Leah and her future husband Johnny on their engagement! He's a lucky guy, hunh?

(Actually, they're both lucky.)

Let the wedding planning begin! (For me, that is. You two can just sit back and relax, OK?)

Friday, November 20, 2009

First Anniversary

In November of 2008, I met some women who would end up being very important to me, Will, and also, tangentially, Dave. In January, I met the next wave who would complete my moms' group...and what I like to think of as my own personal mental health team.

I have called these fellow mothers in tears; as recently as Wednesday (during playgroup), I have dissolved into random spurts of uncontrollable laughter with them; together, we have learned the art of picking up the thread of a conversation again and again after countless interruptions from our babies.

Ceci, Inger, Mo, Nikki, Susan (as seen in the top two photos): Thank you for being girls after my own heart. Thank you for giving Will five mind-blowingly awesome friends. Thank you for keeping me entertained and supporting me through Will's first year and my second pregnancy.

Husbands (as seen in the bottom photo, obviously) of Ceci, Inger, Mo, Nikki, Susan: Thank you for marrying such cool ladies and spawning such fabulous kids. Seriously, guys. You done good.

: When Ceci's hubby commented that "the babies look so much happier with the dads!" she reminded him that she had been making clown faces and silly noises to amuse them during the father-baby photo, whereas when it was the dads' turn to make fools out of themselves...not so much.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

What's Old is New Again

Today I hit the seven-month mark in this pregnancy and spontaneously started to tally up the things that were the same and the things that are different this time around.

Honestly, the differences are easier to pick out:
  • I actually had the textbook first trimester this time; nausea and extreme fatigue were the biggest clues!
  • My second trimester was a lovely in-between period, and my third trimester is (so far) a reality check. I exhale noisily when I stand up. I avoid retrieving things off the floor because such movement requires absurdly wide squats. I am exhausted at four o'clock every day, no matter how I've spent the previous nine hours, no matter what I do. You get the picture.
  • No line. No line! Last time, my linea nigra ran down my abdomen from early on. This time...thirty-one weeks and no line. What would account for this?
  • No nursery. Will's old crib is in place, but the baby's mattress is still sheathed in plastic, his new room is completely stuffed with Will's overflow, his changing table is collecting dust in his big brother's room...maybe we are just being realistic about those first few months when he will almost certainly be sharing our room.
  • I...just...don't...look the same. For purposes of comparison, below is a picture of me from roughly the seven-month point with Will (in fact, I'm about 29 weeks pregnant with Will here, versus 31 weeks with baby 2 in the photo at the top of this post):
I just look more streamlined this time around. I don't feel more streamlined, and it's not like I've gained less weight this time. I don't know what accounts for this either.

The obvious pregnancy markers of big belly, nervous excitement, and dry skin are the three "sames" I can count.

Otherwise? I lose track of how many weeks I am, we have yet to install our carseat base, and when people ask "How are you feeling?" I think they are referring to the cold that is going around instead of (duh) the fact that I am in the process of growing a human.

(Yes, I think I'm dumber this time around, too.)

The final Big Difference: I have gotten to the point where I need to snuggle Will on my left or right side while reading him books--the lap is nonexistent, and this time around, that changes everything! Our book-reading in the glider, our bedtime routine, our tickle fights and the old ride-on-mommy's-back routine have all been altered to fit my current physical capabilities.

(Hey, at least my eyelids have started to disappear again. Now, THAT'S a pregnancy symptom I would have chosen NOT to repeat. Oh well.)

Monday, November 16, 2009

First Birthday with the Jersey Crew

You might consider this post a "retrospective"...we celebrated Will's first birthday in New Jersey a full two days before his actual b-day, so if you're doing the math, that means this blog entry is a month and a half in the making.


We had no good pictures of Will's party--too busy helping him open presents and enjoying our family, I guess--but Grandmom and Grandpop luckily sent some our way. Here is the Noon clan celebrating at the end of September.

The cake was a true masterpiece, the party was full of fun and love, and the whole weekend...well, we're just glad we get to go back and see everyone in a week!

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Halloween 2009, Part II

Boys will be...wolves. And monkeys.
(Do you like Will's glo-stick necklace?)

Last Halloween as a family of three:

Luckily, Joe jumped into that family portrait so that at least one kid would be looking at the camera and smiling.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Playing with Baby Brother

Will likes to pull my shirt up to see my belly--and especially my belly button (which has recently become an outie). I like to think this bodes well for his future relationship with his little brother, ex utero. Right?

Monday, November 2, 2009

Halloween 2009

Halloween night began and ended in thermal pajamas covered with cars. "VROOM!" shouts Will every time he sees them in his closet.

When Dave or I stay in the bathroom too long--longer than ten seconds, say--Will gets antsy and starts jiggling the doorknob and banging on the door. Here he is trying to cajole Dave out into the hallway in order to START CELEBRATING HALLOWEEN ALREADY!

When we arrived at Auntie Rache and Uncle Ben's, Mr. Monkey was mostly interested in the gravestones in the front yard.

There were also some very cool Jack o' Lanterns on the front stoop, causing a delighted Will to point out the pumpkins ("Puh-kuh, puh-kuh, puh-kuh!") every time they caught his eye.

He looks a bit like a disgruntled bear in the above photo--a bear with extremely meaty cheeks. Yum.

Deranged cousin Bella was in charge of passing out candy. Somehow, at eight years old, she knows every kid in the neighborhood, including the teenagers.

An attempt at a group picture--Joe had already changed out of his wolf suit. My sister made both kids' costumes by hand. And did I mention she just found out that she passed the Massachusetts Bar? Yeah, she's a bit of an overachiever.

And here are the boys partying it up in their PJ's after the tricks and treats were done. William kept repeating "Joe! Joe!" whenever we said his cousin's name.

Hope everyone else had a great Halloween, too...and a smooth transition to Daylight Savings Time!