March 31, 2015

Housekeeping: and my son's job

I love a clean house.  Isn't it just wonderful to plop (and I do me plop) down on the couch and observe a spotless floor, clean counter, empty sink AND dish rack, toys all hidden away, and freshly vacuumed carpet.  Ahhhh!  Never a neat/organized person, rarely are all those boxes check off at the same time.  But lets not get distracted by minor details.  Shall we focus on the purpose of this post?  Yes, lets.

James.  My son.  He has a new job at our house.  His prior and current chore is taking his dirty diapers to the garbage.  He thoroughly enjoys this job, and even reaches for the diaper while getting strapped into a clean one.  After holding the diaper he then reaches for someone's hand to escort for throwing it in the bin.  Precious.

His new, self-appointed, job is to find any speck of anything on the floor.  Pick it up, bring it to my attention through a chorus of uh-ohs, and take it to the garbage can.  Helpful?  yes.  Discouraging? ever so slightly.  We don't live in a dirty house.  I sweep at least once daily, and multiple times around James' chair at the table.  How does he keep finding little bits everywhere?  Does he have a secret stash to draw from?  (it used to be inside my boots, thankfully that's over)  He can find a crumb on the cleanest of floors or carpet.  Its almost funny...almost.  It would be one thing if he could accept that sometimes it isn't the best time to throw it away...like when I'm in the middle of dishes...or putting laundry away.  "Throw it on the floor, and Mommy will get it later" doesn't quite satisfy him.  Not that life should always satisfy him, but deep down I know that it does need to be tossed and I simply don't care at that moment.

Clearly he doesn't get his spotless ways from his mother...and since his father covered a bleeding cut with cardboard and packing tape the other day, that takes Dad out of the race as well.  Apparently James is going to be a naturally fabulous housekeeper.

That or he just loves our step-to-open garbage can. ;)

March 27, 2015

Little Clark II: 31 weeks

Happy 31.5 weeks Graham!

You have been moving a lot more this week.  Getting bigger all the time.  Around 15.5 inches and over 3 lbs.  Good work buddy.  We love you, and are so glad you decided to stay around another week.  We made plans for a family camping trip after Easter, staying hopeful.  :)  It would be our first time "cabin camping" or glamping, and should be fun.  This week was better than last.  I finished a large commission art piece, and have two other large projects in the wings.  Both are in a state of partial completion.  Story of my life.  Your brother has taken to a new word, baby or rather bebe, and likes to pat my belly.  You are so good at kicking when he puts his little hands up there.  Well my little love, have a good sleep.  We, and many, many others are praying for you daily, hourly.

Monster kisses,
Mama + Daddy + James

March 19, 2015

Little Clark II: 30 weeks


Do you see the little hand? Look at those tiny bones.
Hello baby,

This week has been horrible...we chose a cemetery.  Your daddy and I are exhausted.  Last night we stayed up (too late) talking about how life will never be the same once you are born...about how there is no going back, even if we are blessed with another baby down the road, that child will never be you.  And they you started kicking again, to remind us that you are still here and aren't gone yet.  Yet.  It is the yet that is killing me...the trying to squeezing joy out of the daily because who knows if it will be your last.  Brad said it best, your labor will be the winding of the clock and we never know when the time will be out.  The last doctor's visit went ok.  She noticed that I was starting to measure a bit larger, probably a build up of fluid...polyhydramnios (common with babies like you)...the beginning of the end.  But I'm not in labor today.  Nor was I yesterday, or the day before that.  We have had 30 weeks, 210+ days, of enjoying you.  30 weeks of being a little family of four.  30 weeks of dreaming of you, saying your name, feeling you roll in my belly.  They say you are probably around 15 inches long and 3 lbs...give or take a bit.  Hard to imagine you were just a speck of cells in September.  Well my boy, what do you say, are you up for another week?  Another week of loves, chocolate milk and tomato soup?  I'm in.

Loving you always,
Mama & Daddy

March 13, 2015

Little Clark II: 29 weeks

Hello little Graham,

Where to start?  We got to see you in another ultrasound Feb. 26, and you were perfect.  Sucking on your little fingers, yawning, rubbing your little feet together, hiding your face behind your hands, we got to experience you in your happy spot.  And we also got a good look at your little head.  Sadly my boy, things are exactly where they were 9 weeks ago.  Behind your face and brain stem there is nothing.  no skull.  no brain tissue.  How you are even functioning with just a brain stem I have no idea, but am thankful that you have made it this far!  When of we got to that part of the scan I just cried and cried, and so did the ultrasound tech.  But you are still so lovely.  I will admit I am a bit worried about whether or not you will have skin or just a membrane over your opening.  I don't want to be afraid of you, yet I suppose just getting to hold you after birth will be enough to banish any fears.  The doc said that you are doing so well that she guesses we are still in the safe zone as far as being ready for birth until 35 weeks or so.  You are still sitting breach, which I could have told the doc without an ultrasound...due to your strategic kicks to the south.  Graham, you are sitting so low on mommy that I can rest my belly on my lap when I sit down!  But you are supposedly around 2.5 lbs now and around 14ish inches.  Growing growing growing.

We, your Dad and I, talked about what it would be like if you were born just fine, and wouldn't we be surprised to bring you home.  Of course this is what I want, but if I think about it God would really be the better parent; heaven the better playground.  We may be a bit crammed 4 in one bedroom, but we are looking to remedy that soon.  If/when you are taken up you'll never get to know any of the sadness that our world is currently muddled in.  Wars, missing airplanes, country take overs, skinned knees, girlfriend hearbreaks,..  I can't let myself go there buddy.  We all have a set time.  You get a sprint in a gorgeous time of year.  SPRING.  There are daffodils, and if you wait tulips or irises.  The blueberry bushes are starting to swell with buds, and the cherry blossoms are making pink trees.  I like to think you can somehow get the smell of freshly mown lawns (it has been so nice lately), and newly repotted plants.  Love you baby.

Kisses and prayers,
Mama and Daddy