Baby Shower!

I got to help throw a baby shower for my cute sister, Roxanna way back in March but was waiting for Reanna to get me the pictures she took. 

I had fun putting together a diaper cake for her:

My sister Reanna and I made this cute cake! It took us awhile to get it right, but ultimately I think it turned out pretty great.

I am sad to say that pictures do not exist of the following, but it looked (and tasted) amazing.

Rachel made cucumber sandwiches and I made Raspberry Lemonade Punch, and dipped some strawberries.

We played the diaper game (guess the candy bar smashed in a diaper..so gross but fun!), and guessed baby food flavors (which wouldn't be so bad with a little salt).

Roxi sniffing a diaper.

Everyone seemed to have a pretty good time and I Roxanna got a lot of great gifts!

James was the only boy there. He got a lot of attention.

Rain, Rain Go Away!

We've been cooped up again due to rain. So I busted out the sewing machine and worked on some projects I'd been meaning to get to.

First project was an art smock for James' birthday. We ordered an easel and art supplies for him. I'm pretty sure he's going to love it!

I used some sweet blue pleather. Ha ha, never thought I'd use that.  I started out tracing a shirt and adding a little over an inch to make sure it was big enough to grow a bit with him. Then I made up some bias tape binding the whole thing, added a pocket and hammered on a snap. Ta da!

Then came the blanket. All he's had are his little baby blankets, and twin sized are just a bit big for him. So I used my coupons and got some cheap fleece. It ended up slightly crooked (I don't have any sort of measuring mat and it was bigger than my table). Anyway, besides the slight imperfection, James loves it and has been snuggling up in it all day--it being rainy and all.

Then James went down for a nap so I brought out the train set that he hasn't been able to play with. It's one of those little wooden ones that really needs to be nailed down to be played with or otherwise it just falls apart. Anyway, Paul and I talked about it and a train table was out of the question since we live in a really small apartment. We don't have the tools to cut and sand down a board, so we decided to go cheap. I went and purchased a few thick poster boards and hot melt glued the whole thing down. I know I'll probably end up replacing the boards at some point, but he has had a blast playing with for the first time since Christmas.

Then I decided to make a patriotic bunting for Memorial Day (and realistically, the entire summer). I love it! I was needing something to decorate with after the Easter stuff came down.

After James woke up we decided to paint something for Grandpa Robert's birthday. I pointed to where he should paint next and he did all the work. He loves painting.

And then I cleaned the apartment. And watched an episode of Caillou that I'm pretty sure I've seen at least 50 times already.

And now I have nothing to do and we are expecting rain for 2 more days.

New Teeth!

When James' first baby teeth came in we noticed that they looked sort of funny. We took him to the dentist right away and found out that his new teeth had enamel defects. Apparently there are a few risk factors that cause enamel defects in primary teeth. Some of these are:

• birth difficulties
• chronic ear infections
• chronic illness during the first year of life
• mother's health during pregnancy (such as pre-eclampsia)
• critical jaundice
• taking antibiotics for extended periods of time

Just one or two of these could cause enamel defects, but every single scenario rings true for poor little James. His four top front teeth broke down as they came in. We had a very strict brushing routine, even when he was was only 7 months old. Every time I would nurse him I would have to brush his teeth. Even in the middle of the night. After brushing his teeth I had to take xylitol wipes and wipe out his whole mouth (to kill bad bacteria). Luckily he liked the taste of the wipes and would frequently request to chew on one during the day.  The kid loves brushing his teeth and does a really great and thorough job for his age.

When he was 7 months old the dentist told us that the teeth would eventually need to be capped but that he wanted to wait as long as possible. So every 3 months we have gone in for fluoride treatments. Last month we decided that it was time to get this taken care of. I might also add that I have been freaking out about this since he was 7 months old (a year and a half...but who's counting!).  At the same time I have really been disturbed about how some people look at him. Some people will say he's so cute but then when they see his teeth you can see a look of disgust on their faces. Like he has improper hygiene or something. It's irritating. If any of you have ever seen his teeth you'll know just how sad they've made me. You always dream of these perfectly cute little teeth coming in, and when they are rotting out of their mouth upon arrival it's devastating. I felt guilty for so long, as if I had done something wrong.

On Thursday night we stopped giving fluids and food to James.  We arrived at the hospital at 6:27 in the morning to fill out paperwork and get admitted.  Shortly afterwards the anesthesiologist came in and gave me a run down of risks, at which point I pretty much lost and started crying. Every nurse and doctor that came in that room had to deal with my bawling. I'm sure they thought I was a basket case, but...whatever.
I got James all dressed up in his little gown and socks and they let him play with some toys to pass the time. When they came in to get him he started yelling, "Mommy, help!" I totally lost it.  The nurses were great and they got me a warm blanket, a diet coke and left me alone in a dark room with a tv to wait.

playing with toys before

duck feet!

my waiting place

I'm pretty sure they had to strap him down to sedate him. He has some bruising on his forehead and arms that makes me think the poor little guy was tied to a table. Everything went well, but it took a little longer than expected. In the recovery room his oxygen levels dropped and he turned blue. As a result he got strapped up to monitoring equipment. They were having a hard time stabilizing him so they brought him to me to hold. It took four people to keep him from ripping off the monitors and his IV.  After he was stabilized they took off all the monitoring equipment and said we could leave when he was drinking. He was so wiped out that he just fell asleep in my lap for about 45 minutes. It was quite the ordeal. Start to finish it was about 4 hours.

Sleeping it off

Once I brought him home he was extremely upset and screamed and cried for hours. When I gave him his medicine he screamed so hard that he stopped breathing and turned blue.  I think it was equally traumatizing for us. He wasn't eating or drinking even though he kept crying about being hungry. It was so frustrating to see him go through that.

Kindy came by to see how he was and he perked right up. He ate and played and was back to normal by the time she left. Paul decided he had been through so much  that he deserved a toy. So we went to the toy store and he picked out this pretty sweet fire truck. I am glad it is finally over and that my little boy has the teeth to match his beautiful smile.

Before

After

I Love Being a Mom!

Earlier in the week I had read an article on ksl about a woman who had been a mother to 18 children and was waiting for her next two kids. She started adopting children when she was only 23 years old!  Something she said really impressed me. She said that while it's nice to get things for mother's day, we should focus on being grateful for our children, for without them we wouldn't be mothers.

This Mother's day wasn't anything special. We don't have money for cards and flowers right now. I know that in the future there will be lots of flowers and cards and little primary crafts on Mother's Day, but yesterday it was just playing with my son. I love him so much.