Two Pesos

August got some stickers in the mail the other day. You are supposed to look at a picture and find the hidden items and put the sticker on top of it. One of the stickers happened to be a comb.

Last night I hear her singing and I can't quite make out what it is. I ask her to sing it again. She turns around and looks at me. She has put the comb sticker on her upper lip like a mustache. This is what she sings...

My name is Pancho.
I work on a ranch-o.
I make two pesos a day.

Thanks, Pat! This made my day.

2 Week Picture

I took this picture of Gentry when he was two weeks old. (He is three weeks now.) I have a picture of August when she was two weeks old laying the same way. I just love how sweet and peaceful he looks in this picture.

He's been a pretty good baby so far. He only gets up once or twice at night now, which is a big change from when he first came home. He doesn't get fussy very often. When he does, he usually wants something very specific--like a diaper change or to sit in the swing. Once we figure out what he wants he is very happy. He has quite a personality in that sense. I just love to see him grow.

August is still great with him. She always covers him up and makes sure he has a toy. She likes to help buckle him into the carseat and then take him out. She surprises me by asking to hold him. After a couple of minutes she is done because he is "too heaby." Oh, I love my kids!!!

Pictures!!!!

Meeting Mimi and Pa at the hospital.

Meeting Grandma and Grandpa.

Derek and Michelle

When August was born, my dad gave her a tractor. I assumed the tradition would continue. When we arrived home with Gentry, this tractor was waiting for him. Mom would put the tractor up on a shelf and Dad would put it in the bouncer with him. Mom would put it up, Dad would give it back to him. I don't even know how many times they did this the afternoon we brought Gentry home.

Gentry's first company was Rylan, Amy, and Patty. Aug's face is priceless.

I love that she loves him!

Mohawk!

My Father's Daughter

Apparently the word "no" means nothing to August. You can say it nicely, yell it, physically pull her away from something and explain it to her. Still, "don't touch that" and "don't do that" mean nothing.

There comes a time in your adult life when you realize that you do exactly the same things that your parents used to do. For me, I had one of those moments last night.

August reached for something on the table next to me. I told her no. She continued to reach for it and I thunked her on the head, just like my dad used to do to me. Yep, I put my middle finger on my thumb and released it on the top of her head. I'm turning into my parents. But I can say that's a good thing.

Oh, and I swear there are pictures of Gentry coming very soon!

And Happy Birthday, Amy!!!!

It's A Boy!!!

Gentry Maurice

Born March 6, 2010

at 1:45 am

8 lbs 15 oz

21 inches

(Pictures later)

Oh Baby

Holy crap! This child will reside in my womb forever!

This weekend was a blast... I spent Wednesday night, all of Thursday and Friday, and then Saturday with contractions getting closer and closer together. We made the decision to go to the hospital about 5:30 Saturday evening. By 6:30 I was checked in and hooked up. Still, contractions got closer and closer together. The pain was increasing...just like it is supposed to do. I decided that I would ask for pain medication early on, since I didn't have any at all with August. I did not want a repeat. So here I am in lala land, high on life and feeling pretty good. I glance at the monitor and notice that I had a contraction that I didn't even feel. Cool! Hmmm...not so much. All labor stopped. Seriously!?! How about a walk around the labor and delivery unit? 45 minutes of that didn't help at all. They kept me until 7:00 Sunday morning. The doctor said I would probably go on Sunday sometime. As you can tell it is Monday morning and still NOTHING!

The good news is that this will only last until Friday. If the baby fails to make an entrance by then, I will be induced. One grandfather in particular hopes that I have the baby tomorrow. It will be his 51st b-day! Happy Birthday, Dad!