Our Louie

We put Louie to sleep today and we’re heartbroken about it. Since he was attacked a couple of months ago he just hasn’t been the same cat. He stopped eating, would disappear for days at a time, and lost weight at an alarming rate. Yesterday I took him to the vet and found out he’d lost six pounds. The vet immediately ordered a blood test, but they couldn’t find anything wrong with him other than a high white blood cell count. Rather than throw test after test at an 11 year old cat, Mike and I decided to let him go. Mike told me he didn’t feel any pain, and he buried him in his parents’ yard next to our other cat Binx.

We got Louie very soon after we were married, when he was a kitten. Louie has lived on two different continents and half a dozen houses with us. He was such a loving cat, always ready to jump up and purr away on our lap. I’m so sad to be without our boy, but glad that we got 11 amazing years with him.

RIP Louie

April 15, 2004- May 13, 2015

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Getting Into The Swing Of Things

Mike is working overtime, Adam is asleep, and I got my chores done this evening while rocking Owen the sleep in the wrap. I’ve decided that since I worked hard today I’m going to let myself get trapped under him for this little catnap before he wakes up wanting a good meal. It’s become a part of the sweet, sweet routine that is taking shape in our lives.

I didn’t realize until I became a mother how important a schedule is. I do not give birth to kids who can fly by the seat of their pants. They need their naps and they need to know what to expect, and they need that stuff every time. Yesterday we changed Adam’s sheets and it’s thrown him so off his game that he spent the better part of this evening being angry at a pillow for not staying in the exact spot he wanted on the couch. He went to bed early.

Of course Owen wasn’t born with a good routine and I knew I’d have to pay close attention to pick up on his cues. They’re slowly but surely showing up, beginning thankfully with his nighttime routine. He’s asleep for a good chunk of time starting at 9:30 and I can expect two wake ups overnight before he’s up with the sun for a nice poop. Then he’s back down about an hour later for a good nap. His afternoon is starting to take shape but is a bit sporadic still.

I’m so thankful that the “hard” part of the newborn days are starting to wain. Owen’s stomach issues are healing, I’m done with his lip and tongue tie aftercare, and we can get on with getting our family dynamic together. I finally don’t feel like Adam is being ignored all day, and his behavior is so good as a result.

My third Mother’s Day is coming up. I still have many days where I don’t feel good enough. That I lost my temper too fast or didn’t do enough for the kids or Mike. This is such an amazing ride though, and I wouldn’t trade any minute of it for anything in the world.

After all, if it was easy, what would I have to hold over their heads when they’re teenagers?

Mornings With Owen

A bit of a sleeping schedule has started to appear with Owen and I over the last week or so. He goes to sleep for a big stretch between 9:30 and 10, then is up to eat a couple times before he wakes up at about 6.

I get up and change his pants, which he usually promptly poops in, then feed him and put him up in the wrap. It’s the best way to calm him so he doesn’t get fussy and wake up Adam, or Mike if it’s the weekend. He also likes to move around so I end up doing chores that I was too tired to finish the night before. So far today, the dishes are done and the floors have been swept.

He’s only up for about an hour usually, but I’m beginning to really enjoy our mornings together. There’s something very peaceful about folding laundry with the baby grunting in his sleep on my chest, soothed by my movements.

The bonus is that I get a few chores done before Adam wakes up, so when I get a moment away from Owen I can focus all of my attention on him.

Chaos is slowly turning into a routine around here. I can usually count on a little bit of overlap in the kids’ naps, I’m not terrified of taking them out together anymore, and more and more Owen is awake and happy during the day so I’m not trapped under him and unable to play with Adam.

On Mother’s Day two years ago I posted that I watched the sunrise on the couch while Adam nursed. This weekend I’ll probably see it again with my second son. Funny how things come full circle. I’m just as tired and stressed as I was then, but so happy to have These experiences with the kids. It makes all of the craziness worth it

Revision Revisited

Remember about this time last year when I blogged about getting Adam’s lip-tie revised? Well it turns out that kind of thing is hereditary and Owen ended up with a matching one of his very own.
Since Adam’s tie caused so many problems, Mike and I decided to get Owen’s procedure done as soon as possible. So off to Charlotte we went as soon as symptoms started to show themselves.
The procedure itself is not fun but it’s not too bad either. The dentist specializes in using a laser to burn off and cauterize the skin that’s attaching the lip to the gums. Turns out that Owen was fairly tongue tied as well so we got that revised too. Both procedures take about 15 seconds each. Easy peasy.
I had a much harder time with this appointment than I did with Adam’s. I cried as soon as Owen started crying and it took longer for me to recover than it did him. Postpartum hormones are an absolute beast and it took me the rest of the day to really come back down to earth. It didn’t help that our poor baby had just gotten skin lasered out of his mouth and was in considerable pain once the numbing stuff wore off.

So now we’ve entered into aftercare mode, which is worse than the procedure. For three weeks we have to stretch out his lip and tongue where the ties used to be three times a day So that it doesn’t grow back into itself. I imagine it’s a very painful process and Owen screams bloody murder while I’m doing it, but again recovers quickly after I pick him up.

All of this would never be worth it except that it’s totally helped! Before Owen couldnt stay latched onto me, so he’d end up taking in a huge amount of air. All of that got trapped in his gut and he couldn’t get it out. Cue the ear-shattering screams when he couldn’t take it anymore. In the evening it was the worst and he’d cry for hours. We’ve actually had an evening or two of minimal crying and calmness after Adam goes to bed. It’s incredible and I hope it only gets better as Owen heals. Do I want to (and sometimes do) cry every time I have to work on his mouth? Yes. Would I do it again to help him eat and feel better in the long term? Sure would.


While Mike and I are busy keeping our heads above water with a newborn and a toddler, Adam went and turned a year older on us. We knew we weren’t going to have a party because the thought of planning that and having a three week old baby was, frankly, terrifying.

We stayed low key and celebrated by going to the park to play. My sister was here and helped us wrangle Adam while Owen slept obliviously in the wrap the whole time. He woke up briefly to eat while we were out to dinner and that was it.


In order to keep being the awesome dad that he is, Mike checked another item off of his list of Things All Kids Must Have: a Radio Flyer wagon. Adam loved it immediately. Riding in it, pushing and pulling, and throwing random things into the back were like second nature to him.


He even wanted to pull Dad (with a little help from Auntie Keely).



Before we went to the park, I was saying that I like the playground because the upper levels have a ladder instead of stairs so Adam can’t get to them. Um, I was proven wrong almost immediately.


Yep, there he is, climbing the ladder as if he heard me and decided to try it out for funsies.

That’s just proof of how rapidly he’s changing every day. I really can’t believe how amazingly big this kid is getting. Last year at this time he was just taking his first steps, and now he’s a walking, talking Big Kid. He’s in the process of potty training, talks in 4 and 5 word sentences, says please and thank you, and melts my heart when he asks for a show and snuggles in close on the couch.

Adam, 2 years. 33 inches, 22 pounds

Likes: chocolate milk, Curious George, robots, dinosaurs.

Dislikes: anything you ask him directly to do, even if it’s something he wants to do.

One Month


Owen is one month old today. I’m pretty sure this is the fastest month that has ever gone by. Some info on our Tater:

Weight: about 9 pounds (doctor’s appointment on Monday so we’ll know for sure then)

Likes: boob, sleeping, staring at the fan, more boob, his brother’s kisses, the owl that jingles on his play mat, wrap naps, and of course, boob

Dislikes: hiccups, gas, pacifiers, being awake for more than a few minutes

Working on: cooing, sleeping longer stretches