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letkidsplay I need some help. I took a bunch of videos of different playgrounds with my brand new Flip, while we were on vacation. I downloaded them and when I go to look at them, the sound and the video don't synchronize. As I am giving tours of the playgrounds this is a problem. Is there a way to fix this?
5 months ago - Comment
ThisFullHouse
First Day of School 2009: 15 years and I am JUST NOW learning how to, you know, breath!
12 months ago - Comment
JulieCole Since most parents are not particularly fond of whining, “you get what you get and you don’t get upset” is a common mantra in many households. It is most often heard immediately following annoying requests such as “but I wanted to sit in THAT chair” or “no, not the blue plate, the RED one!”
The adult version of “you get what you get” is when you have a baby. Not a lot of social engineering is involved so you can’t exactly order a baby of a particular gender or personality type. You can’t even count on baby being healthy so parents everywhere have to take what we get.
When my son was diagnosed with autism, I was pretty darn sad. I quickly realized that it was time to look myself in the mirror and scream the mantra. Being upset was not going to help me and it certainly was not going to contribute to my son’s development.
My SIL had to say the mantra to herself a few years ago upon discovering she was pregnant for the third time. She had two little boys already but being pregnant again was not the issue. Indeed, she had decided to quickly squeak in one more baby, preferably a girl, before changing her mind on going for a third child altogether. You can likely predict the ending – instead of that little girl, she got identical twin boys landing her in the glamorous position of being a mama to four boys under four.
Despite our reproductive plans going a bit pear-shaped, both my SIL and I have survived our adventures with laughs and a lot of love. Strangely, we’ve experienced some disapproval from those on the outside. While pregnant with the twins, my SIL had to listen to comments such as “oh, how awful!” when announcing she was having two more boys. People have expressed that I must be crazy to have more kids considering my risk of having another child with autism. I get that raising a kid with autism or having babies two at a time may not be on everyone’s “bucket list” of things to do before dying, but I can think of worse things.
So we grown-ups get what we get, and as you have probably figured out for yourself – getting upset is pretty much pointless. I can’t imagine a world without my boy and I can assure you that my SIL wouldn’t trade in “Thing One” and “Thing Two” for the most adorable girlie pink princess up for offer.
about 1 year ago - Comment
JulieCole My cousin just had her first baby, an adorable girl named Claire Maeve.
It was discovered at an early ultra-sound that the baby was going to have a cleft lip. Although minor on the scale of things that can go wrong, it is still news that parents need to digest. The mama and papa (to-be) were amazing - they digested the news quickly, did their research, met with professionals and spent the rest of the pregnancy excitedly anticipating the arrival of the baby. This baby is definitely getting some family favourite status – she is the first grandchild on both sides, has loads of adoring aunts and uncles, and a handful of kids like mine all wanting a piece of her.
The day after Claire’s arrival, my three little ladies begged to go to the hospital for a visit. The new parents are good sports and confirmed they were up for some little visitors.
I had already prepped the girls about the cleft lip but thought I should do a quick refresher with them before heading over to the hospital to meet wee Claire. The highlights of the refresher course included information about what cleft lip is. I explained that her lip would look different to our baby’s lip and talked about the operation she would be having in the months to come. I knew they would worry that Claire’s lip would hurt, so assured them that Claire was in no pain at all.
Sounds like a fairly reasonable amount of information, wouldn’t you say? Well, apparently not. When we walked into the hospital room, the three girls ran over to the baby when one of them promptly gasped, grabbed my leg and said “why does her lip look like that?”
Are you kidding me? I went through that whole educational piece TWICE with the kid. I turned a slight shade of pink and gave a little smile to the new parents then went through the whole cleft lip explanation once again. The new parents were not even remotely fazed by the faux pas which is an early indicator that this parenthood stuff is going to come easily to them.
The third explanation did the trick then she immediately started fighting with her sisters over whose turn it was next to hold the baby. I guess the lesson here is that no matter how much you think you have prepped your kiddos, you just never know what they are going to blurt out. If embarrassing us is their job now, I look forward to the teenage years when the roles are reversed and embarrassing them becomes my job. I suspect I will find that new role quite fulfilling.
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about 1 year ago - Comment
JulieCole I was in Chicago last weekend, attending the BlogHer conference for the first time. In the world of mama blogging, this is the biggie. I was in the company of 1,500 amazing women bloggers — attending great seminars and fabulous parties. It was great fun to see online relationships transform into real life friendships. Really, it was like one big reunion of people who have never actually met before.
In the build up to BlogHer, all the talk was about fashion. This fashion chatter started early on and only got worse. In the final week before BlogHer, the topics flying around Facebook and Twitter focused on what we were wearing, or whether there was time for a French manicure or to lose that last pre-conference10 lbs. It felt like I was getting ready for a really long first date, but one with 1,500 women What was I getting myself into?
I got to thinking about all this fashion fuss. As it turns out, all the fashion hype was in good fun and no one seemed to take themselves too seriously. I did, however, consider a few theories as to why physical appearance was getting so much attention from a bunch of people who spend most of their time getting excited about words and the latest iphone applications.
1) Bloggers spend a lot of their time hiding behind computer screens. The conference provided an opportunity to come out of hiding and show our faces in the light of day. Breaking free from behind-the-screen justifiably warrants some highlights and a mani/pedi.
2) Many bloggers there were mamas. Any opportunity to shed the mama uniform should not be missed. All of our overworked yoga pants deserved a three-day holiday. What a great excuse to go shopping.
3) Our gorgeous profile pictures. No one puts a crappy picture of herself on her profile. That profile picture can be a tough standard to live up to, inspiring all of us to go for that last minute eyebrow wax and other grooming procedures before our in-real-life debuts.
I had the added complication of having to glam up my 12-week-old son. His baby uniform consists entirely of sleepers at this point, so I was hard pressed to turn him into a fashion statement. My solution was to put him in sleepers that had only gone through one or two of his five siblings and if they didn’t have stains on them, I considered it a decent enough effort.
A highlight for me was meeting some other “Mamas of Many”. Mom of quadruplet boys, Jen Murray, was there. I was chatting with Christine Young and Tara Kuczykowski. and discovered that between the three of us we have 17 children.
I returned on Sunday, excited and head spinning from the non-stop conference action. Although overwhelmed and exhausted I’m already counting the days to BlogHer in NYC next year — which leaves me about 12 months to figure out what I’m going to wear.
**Looking glam at one of the parties with my Mabel’s business partner, Mumby.
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about 1 year ago - Comment
>Brandie Love the picture =)
about 1 year ago
JulieCole I was in Chicago last weekend, attending the BlogHer conference for the first time. In the world of mama blogging, this is the biggie. I was in the company of 1,500 amazing women bloggers — attending great seminars and fabulous parties. It was great fun to see online relationships transform into real life friendships. Really, it was like one big reunion of people who have never actually met before.
In the build up to BlogHer, all the talk was about fashion. This fashion chatter started early on and only got worse. In the final week before BlogHer, the topics flying around Facebook and Twitter focused on what we were wearing, or whether there was time for a French manicure or to lose that last pre-conference10 lbs. It felt like I was getting ready for a really long first date, but one with 1,500 women What was I getting myself into?
I got to thinking about all this fashion fuss. As it turns out, all the fashion hype was in good fun and no one seemed to take themselves too seriously. I did, however, consider a few theories as to why physical appearance was getting so much attention from a bunch of people who spend most of their time getting excited about words and the latest iphone applications.
1) Bloggers spend a lot of their time hiding behind computer screens. The conference provided an opportunity to come out of hiding and show our faces in the light of day. Breaking free from behind-the-screen justifiably warrants some highlights and a mani/pedi.
2) Many bloggers there were mamas. Any opportunity to shed the mama uniform should not be missed. All of our overworked yoga pants deserved a three-day holiday. What a great excuse to go shopping.
3) Our gorgeous profile pictures. No one puts a crappy picture of herself on her profile. That profile picture can be a tough standard to live up to, inspiring all of us to go for that last minute eyebrow wax and other grooming procedures before our in-real-life debuts.
I had the added complication of having to glam up my 12-week-old son. His baby uniform consists entirely of sleepers at this point, so I was hard pressed to turn him into a fashion statement. My solution was to put him in sleepers that had only gone through one or two of his five siblings and if they didn’t have stains on them, I considered it a decent enough effort.
A highlight for me was meeting some other “Mamas of Many”. Mom of quadruplet boys, Jen Murray, was there. I was chatting with Christine Young and Tara Kuczykowski. and discovered that between the three of us we have 17 children.
I returned on Sunday, excited and head spinning from the non-stop conference action. Although overwhelmed and exhausted I’m already counting the days to BlogHer in NYC next year — which leaves me about 12 months to figure out what I’m going to wear.
**Looking glam at one of the parties with my Mabel’s business partner, Mumby.
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about 1 year ago - Comment
JulieCole As some of you know, my oldest kid has autism. We take this autism stuff pretty seriously and as a result he has made remarkable gains. Indeed, to the untrained eye he is indistinguishable from his neuro-typical peers.
Last weekend four of the kiddos did a triathlon. When “Number One Son” finished the running component too early, it was obvious he got confused somewhere along the way. Turns out he went around the wrong pylon cutting the run short.
That evening my 8-year-old daughter came into my office to have a chat about her brother:
Kid: “Why did he get confused in the run today?”
Me: “Well, there were no marshalls directing the kids so he went around the first pylon and came back.”
Kid: “What is his ‘diagnostics’? I heard talking about it at a meeting once.”
Me: “Was it the Autism Ontario meeting?”
Kid: “Yes”
Me: “Well, uh, autism. But he has worked pretty hard and kind of outgrown it.”
Kid: “Like I outgrew my milk allergy?”
Me: “Yes, kind of.”
Kid: “Does he still have autism?”
Me: “Do you think he does?”
Kid: “I think he still has it a little bit.”
Me: “Yeah, I think you’re right. Listen, I have not talked to him about it yet so you need to keep this private until I speak to him about autism.”
Kid: “no problem.”
Me: “Thanks for being such a cool kid.”
Kid: “you’re welcome. Can I have a cheese stick?”
Although I was shocked that the conversation happened, it’s actually kind of weird that it took so long to come up. I mean, we have an autism logo on our car, we do Cycle for Autism, hang out with people whose kids have autism, and participate in all kinds of activities within the autism community. Didn’t they ever wonder?
I got to wondering about their lack of wondering – do all the siblings and cousins know about his autism on some level but just not question it? Maybe it’s a kiddo case of “it is what it is”.
My mother often reminds us of the time she sat us down as children to discuss her sister, who has a mental disability. Mom first asked us if we knew anyone with a mental disability. We rhymed off the names of kids at school, a neighbour and other random people who did not actually have a mentally disability. The one name we didn’t say was that of our aunt, and this was an aunt we were close to and saw regularly. My mom always says that to us, our aunt was just herself – no title, label or explanation necessary.
I’ve been dreading the day when I have to “out” my son to himself. I’ve played the conversation in my head a thousand times. This incident got me thinking that maybe all this worry is for nothing - maybe he is just like his siblings and cousins and already knows and accepts his autism.
about 1 year ago - Comment
JulieCole
I’ve been doing a bit of complaining about having to find a car that suits our family. I was whining about this on my other blog (www.thebabymachine.com).
The biggest issue has been that it seemed like no one wanted to help us out. I e-mailed contacts in the car industry and didn’t hear back. We went to a car lot and looked at a bunch of vehicles and the guy said he would call if something suitable arrived and we never heard from him again. I actually wanted to be pitched by the stereotypical cheesy car sales guy and he was nowhere to be found.
In despair, I blogged about my car issues, threw it on Twitter and it got re-tweeted a few times. The next thing I knew I received an e-mail from GM Canada. Finally someone had heard my cries for help and responded.
The response was a shiny Buick Enclave on my doorstep for a two-week trial with no strings attached. Why? Well, basically they knew we were a tough family to suit up with a car and they wanted to help me out. Shocking, I know. Finally my customer service woes had turned around.
Obviously I was concerned by my family’s potential to either trash or crash the big fancy-schmancy car. I drive cars that get me from point A to point B without caring if there is food on the floor or ice cream smeared on the windows. This car was just too good for me and the likes of my offspring. To add more stress to the situation, I learned that the owner of the vehicle was the President of GM. Yep, my stinky, dirty kids were driving around in Mr. President’s vehicle.
Since we were finally able to travel as a family, we decided to head to the cottage last weekend. After 3.5 hours in the car and only two kilometers from our cottage when we got the call from the back of the fancy-schmancy car: “GET THE BUCKET!!” Not being in my regular van, I did not have my trusty vomit kit with me which meant there was no bucket to pass. Next thing we knew, the big almighty vomit had taken place all over Mr. President’s vehicle. We got the kid beside the puker out just as she started gagging in reaction. It was a bad situation, but at least we were able to limit the damage to only one puker.
The two weeks ended and my friends from GM arrived at the doorstep to collect the fancy-schmancy vehicle. I had a moral dilemma – do I fess up about the puke disaster? I figured if the car couldn’t come clean, then I had better. The reaction was fantastic – they didn’t expect anything less from my family. I’d never been so happy to have such low expectations set for my kids.
about 1 year ago - Comment
>Brandie I'm so glad they expected nothing less and that the throw-up wasn't an issue! And aside from that one episode, I hope that the time at the cottage was great and fun! =)
about 1 year ago
JulieCole
One week down, eight more to go.
This week four of the kiddos were enrolled in a little tennis camp in the neighbourhood for two hours a day. The plan was that in those two hours I would have enough time to clear out my e-mail inbox, update my Facebook status, spend a few moments on twitter, read a couple of blog posts and run an errand. The rest of my day would belong to the kiddos.
It rained this week and while I don’t mean to carry on and complain about the rain, tennis camp gets cancelled at the first detection of a dark cloud. It’s a far cry from soccer night where parents are forced to shiver on the sidelines while cheering on their little players during a torrential downpour.
So the kiddos and I spent a decent chunk of time together this week - indoors. As our family has increased in size, I’ve noticed some changes in our actual house. The volume has increased so dramatically I’m convinced someone secretly installed invisible microphones into the walls. There seems to be a noise switch hidden somewhere that can never be turned off. I’ve also noticed some structural changes in our house - the foundations seem to be shrinking and the walls are closing in.
During the week I also had a chance to closer observe the strange and confusing relationship my kids have with each other. They are best friends and playmates while simultaneously teasing, bickering and generally annoying the crap out of each other. How do they manage all that love and torment at the same time without getting hurt or offended? Don’t these people know how to hold a grudge? Engaged couples should observe them for a lesson on how to be angry and then just let go of it. My guys don’t even seem to remember that they are in a conflict situation before they move onto the next activity together.
This summer will provide plenty of opportunity to observe the strange and unusual behaviour of my kiddos – I’m on maternity leave and other than a few half day camps, the kids are hanging with me. Since my house is kid-centric, “their” backyard is suited up with a pool, trampoline, swing set, sand pit, and even backs onto a park. No need to camp up when home feels like summer camp.
While I have already had moments thinking it’s going to be one long summer for mama, I’ll just keep my wits about me and have some fun surviving rainy days, bickering siblings and my ever shrinking house.
about 1 year ago - Comment
>Brandie My kids would die to have your kids' backyard! LOL! And yes, my kids do the fight, bicker, get so mad at each other I'm sure we'll need to send them to different houses for the night to calm them down, and then a moment later, they are best friends, giggling and laughing and totally oblivious to the fact that I'm still trying to figure out what just happened.
about 1 year ago
Emily
Before we get to tricks like fetch, rollover, or 'don't welcome visitors quite so enthusiastically", our dog Piper is learning how to have fun from Ellie.
about 1 year ago - Comment
ThisFullHouse http://vimeo.com/4950702 from http://vimeo.com/user496754 on http://vimeo.com .
So, why is it OH SO HARD to do?
about 1 year ago - Comment
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>ThisFullHouse Thanks, Deborah! To her credit, Heather thought she'd learn all that she possibly could from GS. I just asked her to hang in there, to put what she's learned to good use, until January and, if by then, GS doesn't pony up, then I've got no problem pulling her halfway through the year.
Feeling better, already.
about 1 year ago
>Deborah I haven't made my kids stay in anything they didn't want to do....with that said, I don't let them quit within the season. For us, it might be different becasue it is ususally a sport and it would change the dynamic of the team, you know? Heather has gained LOTS of great lessons that will serve her well into her future. I think having 10 girls in a troop that long is something special to be sure. Something is certainly going right in your neighborhood!
about 1 year ago
JulieCole
If you commented on the Name Game blog entry, keep watch on Caitlin’s “Mabel Files” (www.blog.mabel.ca) where she will soon be posting the winner of the Camp Pack. Caitlin takes care of all the official stuff and I get to have the blogging fun. Heck, I’m on maternity leave so it seems fair that I run the contest and someone else worries about monitoring entries, wouldn’t you say?
Although I’m on mat leave, I have not fallen off the face of the earth entirely - still blogging, checking facebook, on twitter, etc. To simply disappear from social networks and ignore good online discussion is not something this chatty mama is cut out for. Cocooning for an extended period of time off-line with my kiddos wouldn’t really work for me. And last I checked, my inbox didn’t get the memo that I’m on maternity leave.
In the last few days I’ve had both a radio and magazine interview. We like Mabel to get some airtime so an interview request is not the time to pull maternity leave rank - save that for when you want to guiltlessly forward annoying sales messages to your colleagues.
All things considered, my maternity leave rocks - I do what I like and ditch what I don’t. Not a bad gig really. But everyone has a different idea of what works for them.
I know one woman who was enjoying a long and successful legal and academic career when she gave birth for the first time at 43-years-old. When I was at Law School I would occasionally come across her articles which were nearly impossible to read - she spoke an entirely different language and it certainly didn’t involve words like “lactation” and “play date”. The transition from working world to mama world was too great a leap for her - she only lasted two weeks before heading back into the traditional workforce.
I know other mamas in similar situations who take great pleasure in retiring their blackberries for the full maternity leave then reluctantly blow the dust off them when it’s time to head back.
There is no right answer to what consitutes the perfect maternity leave. I’m officially heading back to Mabel life in September. After having six kids under foot all summer, the return to work will likely be a nice break from my maternity leave!
photo #1 - yes, checking my blackberry from my hospital bed
photo #2 - on the Enterprise Toronto panel last week. Finian at three weeks old was the youngest entrepreneur in attendance. Can you see the little guy on my lap?
about 1 year ago - Comment
JulieCole I know a woman named Iona Dick. Go on - say it out loud. The kicker is she took her husband’s surname when she married so actually decided to become Mrs. Iona Dick.
I have a friend whose little boy is named Owen Vary. Nice name, lovely kid. Two weeks ago, Owen’s poor mama got hit with the realization that his first initial with last name makes the word “ovary”. She is hoping the kids he ends up in high school with don’t clue in.
It’s fair to say that we Mabel mamas are mildly obsessed with baby naming. It’s a bit of a sport around the office. We get irrationally excited by names and you can often hear squealing in the Mabel’s Labels production area when someone comes across a new or unique name.
My last pregnancy went very quickly and a fast pregnancy qualifies as a good one. The one drawback was that I kept thinking I had loads of time to come up with a fun and clever name. It’s tricky business to name a baby when you’re in the baby name business. It also doesn’t help when you’ve already named a handful of your own kiddos.
I’m generally pretty satisfied with my kids’ names so was worried about finding a sixth name I would be happy with.
When our little boy arrived four weeks ago, we had settled on “Finian Aloysius”. Daddy-o and I think we are both funny and clever because it shortens to a very cool rapper name (think J.Lo or K.Fed). Confused? Well, take the first part of both names and you get “Fin Al”. Yep, you got it - FINAL, as in last one, done, no more babies! I figured with a rapper name like that I would be immune to any future temptation to go for baby #7. I’ll let you know how that works out for me.
Have you got a funny baby name story? How did you name your kid? Head over to The Mabelhood to share your funny baby name story and read about others! http//:www.blog.mabel.ca
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**Big thanks to Nicole for the awesome Finian image that went of the very cool cards she sent me. Check her stuff out: http://NSCcards.com
about 1 year ago - Comment
JulieCole Katrina Carefoot, Mabel BlogHer correspondent, from Fickle Feline, is guest blogging for the next two weeks while Julie recovers from the birth of her 6th baby - welcome Finian Aloysius!
Me at the beginning of my 1st week back at work.
I survived my first week back at work. I’m not going to lie, the mornings came early, the days were long, and most nights I fell into bed not long after my kids. But I made it, and I learned some important lessons along the way.
Ten Things I Learned My First Week Back At Work:
1. Coffee tastes better when you don’t have someone pulling on your pantleg. So does lunch.
2. A 5:30am wakeup call always feels like the middle of the night, no matter how early you go to bed.
3. My kids will be okay if someone else takes them to doctor appointments and therapy sessions, but it still kills me that I can’t be there for everything.
4. My baby sleeps better when she spends the day at daycare - in fact, she sleeps through the night!
5. I like getting dressed up every morning (with a regular bra rather than a nursing bra) and putting on makeup.
6. It’s not such a bad thing to get a chance to miss your kids, it makes you appreciate your time with them.
7. Sometimes it seems like a good idea to just go to bed and not lay out clothes, prepare lunches, and set up coffee for the morning…but what takes five minutes at night seems to take a half hour in the morning.
8. Morning traffic isn’t so bad, except when you have a 9am meeting. Who schedules 9am meetings?? People without kids!
9. Most mornings, somebody’s going to poop right when you’re trying to get out the door. Note: It’s never me, and it may not be one of my children.
10. Blackberrys are highly addictive. I am not sure why I waited so long to get one.
Me at the end of my 1st week back at work.
As I prepare to head into week two of going back to work, I will admit that a) I’m already looking forward to my first statutory holiday and b) I’ve already scheduled some vacation time. I do like my job, I really like my boss, and I think I’m going to be okay. But check back in with me in a few weeks and make sure I’m still standing!
about 1 year ago - Comment
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>blueroses Loved the list. Good luck to you!
about 1 year ago
>Brandie ((hugs)) Hang in there. It's hard to go back to work (okay, I never had to go back to work with little babies, but I did have to go back to school full time which is very similar). But you'll get through. Liking your job and your boss help a lot! =)
about 1 year ago
JulieCole
It is with great excitement that Julie Cole and “daddy-o” welcome their sixth beautiful child into this world, proving that six c-sections is possible!
It’s a boy!
Name: FinianWeight: 7lbs 6oz.
The sibling team of brothers Maginnis and Clancy, and sisters Posy, Spencer and Jessamy are delighted with their new brother!
And of course, everyone at Mabel’s Labels is thrilled to have a new little Mabel baby to spoil!
Big thanks to all who have followed this pregnancy with interest and care. It has been fun sharing it with you. Now, let the real games begin!!
Enjoy guest blogger, Katrina Carefoot for the next couple of weeks and Julie will be back on the blogging board very soon!
about 1 year ago - Comment
JulieCole
One week today and my baby is going to be here. Is it just me or has this been the fastest pregnancy known to mama-kind? Usually it is only other women's pregnancies that go quickly. I have now officially run out of time and it looks as though, among other things, I never will get around to having those pregnancy blood tests done.
I will, however, prep the Biggies on the arrival of their new sibling. I have never actually witnessed sibling jealousy in my household, particularly with regards to a new baby. Never has a nose been out of joint over a new arrival. Perhaps my kids don't know how it feels to have an empire come crashing down since they've never really experienced having an empire.
Regardless, I'm covering my bases. I like the arrival of a new baby to be the celebration it should be and whether it's baby #1 or baby #6, there are some things that never lose their novelty. There are a few tricks I have up the sleeve as a means of avoiding the reluctant sibling:
MAKE IT THEIR EVENT: the night before baby arrives (all c-sections, so no mystery around here), the Biggies make banners announcing "It's a Boy" and "It's a Girl" and blow up blue and pink balloons. When the news gets to them the next morning, they have a great time decorating the front of the house with the appropriate sign and balloons. Sharing news with the neighbours ranks high in their books.
FOCUS ON THEIR NEW ROLES: When the kids come to the hospital to meet the new baby, they are all donning shirts that brag about their new status. They wear their 'Big Brother' and 'Big Sister' t-shirts with great pride.
HAVE A GENEROUS BABY: I don't know about you, but my babies don't arrive into this world empty handed. They suck up to the older siblings with books, dvds and craft supplies. Babies who bring prezzies are instantly popular with Biggies.
LET THEM EAT CAKE: Our first day home from hospital becomes a birthday party for new baby, with cake and all. New baby equals cake consumption - no complaints from the Biggies about that.
SPREAD THE BABY LOVE AMONG THEIR FRIENDS: Nothing makes a Biggie more proud than gloating about the new babe. We do the "show and share" rounds for the school-aged kiddos when babe is about a week old. Biggie sits at front of class holding babe while friends gather around and have the opportunity to sneeze on new infant or poke new infant's soft spot. All that germ sharing is worth it when you see the pride in Biggie's face.
Check back on or after April 26th for the baby news. Please keep fingers crossed - I'm hoping to prove that six c-sections is not an unreasonable demand put on any one uterus!
about 1 year ago - Comment
>Brandie Sounds like a good plan! Good luck with the delivery of baby number 6 =)
about 1 year ago
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>Brandie That is just awesome!! =)
about 1 year ago
>gottalovemom bravo! bravo! awesome interpretative dancing and piano playing...tracy, welcome =D
about 1 year ago
>ThisFullHouse I know, my grandmother is sending us some extra doses of good karma...aaand, we'll take it, right?!?
about 1 year ago
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Emily OH WOW, I am allllllmost there!!!!! Next week and I'll be breathing too!!!!!!!! I love seeing your smiling face, 'listening' to your quiet house, and I'm with you on not doing too much with all the school events and interactions. All of us in our house are r.e.a.d.y. for Tuesday! Welcome back wonderful, adorable, sweet, gorgeous Liz!
12 months ago
ThisFullHouse Hi Emily!
Only a few more days to go -- hang in there, my friend. Oh, and SHEESH, check out the heavy eye baggage. Cuh-razy, but no way lazy, summer, indeed!
12 months ago
Cooper This is the best video ever. You look beautiful and I laughed so hard. I am THERE. I thought I wasn't going to make it, but today was....quiet. Love it.
12 months ago
ThisFullHouse Hey Cooper and WELCOME to the quiet zone...shhhhh....you hear it? That's what [nothing] sounds like and it's wonderful :)
12 months ago