Saturday, June 1, 2013

photo bomb - no time to tell stories

 Wallace's last few days of being an only child.
 Helena Grace came easily on April 11, 2013 at 1:57 pm. She was 9 lb 7.5 oz and 21 in long. She came 9 days past her due date. below are the first few photos of wallace and Helena.

 Wallace's shirt reads "Big Brother Bronto"

4 days old

5 days- first day in cloth.

5 days old

My two beans. Helena was 5 days old.

Beauty treatment, Helena has sticky eye.


Checks, Argyle and Stripes- Yikes

Almost 4 weeks after having Helena

Look how big he is, that is a king size pillow!


 We went to the Dixon May Fair for Dylan's birthday. Helena was one month to the day, She went on a ride! the next few photos are of us at the fair.


 We got Wallace this beautiful hoodie at the fair. He likes to wear it with his swim trunks.







 Wallace turned Two on May 29. He got a bike, ate hot dogs and we had some grocery store cake. the next few photos were taken on his birthday.





Sunday, March 31, 2013

Rooster soup, stomach flu, sprained wrist

dirty duck at the park
 As I write this post I am sipping on a mason jar full of chicken broth. Dylan is making rooster soup for us and he has been making this fantastic broth for hours. Rooster meat is the darkest and most flavorful poultry I have had, except maybe Dove but I would need to have Dove again to compare. This broth is revitalizing me.



  Our family was hit very hard by the stomach flu. We are all on the mend now. I had it the worst, 16+ hours of violent stomach flu; I could hardly get out of bed. I couldn't keep anything down for all those hours so at midnight we all piled into the car in our stinky pajamas and took me to the ER. Luckily the flu hit our family in waves. First we were up all night with Wallace, as soon as I started getting sick Wallace stopped and once I could hold down food Dylan couldn't.


Wallace loves to wear his helmet!
 When we got to the ER they took me immediately from check in to the hospitals birth center. I told them I was 38 weeks pregnant having contractions and muscle cramps. At the birth center they put me in a room with three other women and monitored Helena for what seemed like forever before giving me fluids. I knew I was having contractions but I wasn’t timing them. On the monitor they were 3 minuets apart.

Happy St. Patrick's Day
 The RN helping me was making me feel uncomfortable, she said they treat the baby before the mother. I was lying in a hard bed surrounded by other women in distress; I felt panic. I was begging for fluids and ice chips. I had already talked to my midwife twice and was at the hospital under her advice. She had said to demand fluids and a medicine called Zofran.



Big Mama Belly Easter Sunday 3-31-13
 Finally after an hour the RN gave me an IV of fluid and within 15 minuets my contractions were beginning to slow down to 5 minuets apart. By the time we were discharged they were 7 minuets apart and they went to 9, then 30 then 45 minuets apart until they stopped the next day. The hospital would not give me Zofran, I'm still a little miffed about that, it would have stopped my nausea immediately.

Out to Dinner with Jack
My decision to go back to Davis to have this baby was reconfirmed in spades by this hospital visit! The Davis birth center believes, as do I, that the baby will come out healthy and in less stress if the mother is the primary focus of care.
 Two Sundays ago Wallace was playing in our yard. He was running and falling and getting back up only to fall again. He was running towards me when he took a bad tumble up a hill. He started screaming bloody murder! He got up climbed the rest of the incline, fell again coming down the hill and just laid on his belly screaming. I picked him up and cleared the dirt from his nose and mouth and tried to calm him down. He would not be calmed. We went into the house and I striped him down. I tried to nurse him but he still couldn’t calm down. He was holding his arm crying. The last time he was that upset he had a broken shoulder.

Action shot of Wallace running
 Dylan had just lit a half a dozen or so burn piles on fire and he could not leave the property. He called Jack and Jack said he could meet us at the ER. Wallace cried and held his arm the whole ride to Paradise; it wasn’t until he saw Jack that he calmed down. He was like a different kid in Jack's arms. We waited for well over an hour before being called back. Jack has Net flicks on his phone and he turned on  a kids show for Wallace to watch. Wallace doesn’t see much TV so he was very interested. The show had kids singing "If your happy and you know it clap your hands," Wallace went to clap his hands and immediately started saying OUCH and tearing up.
Some delicious eggs. 

L-R: silky, austrolorp, americana, bard-rock, americana, turkey, austrolorp
Once in the office Wallace saw the same DR as the clavicle visit. I was relieved because the DR remembered what a tuff kid Wallace is. Both this visit and the last the DR came in to find a happy toddler running around playing. He examined Wallace and determined his left wrist to be sprained. He didn't want to do an x-ray. I called Dylan and he asked me to ask for an x-ray. When I talked to the DR about that he said that the kid my husband saw leave the property is not the same kid he just examined. If Wallace begins to favor the wrist or it burses and swells up then it does need an x-ray.
MMMMMMMM Wallace's first cup cake
It has not swollen up and he isn't favoring it very much. He says ouch when he falls or it gets tugged on, but it hasn’t slowed him down much. He takes me over to the hill and tattles on it. He points to the hill and babbles, points at his wrist and says, "ouchie" and then touches the ground where he fell and keeps babbling. I'll say, " you fell and hurt your wrist right hear?" Wallace will say yes and then take my hand and we walk away.
Goliath my rooster. Look how big his comb has grown!  

 Wallace went to his friend Max’s first birthday party on 3-16. He had a blast with all the other kids. He got to eat a few bites of cupcake without the frosting and hit a piƱata.

 We have been staying close to my midwife in Winters for the past few days. I miss my life, house, animals, routine and my friends. I feel a little lonely up here and I don’t like feeling that I am neglecting my life. BUT Helena is well on her way and it is not safe for me to drive back home. I feel so close to labor! I’m pretty miserable actually.

Max's Birthday cake
Wallace says Ball now. "Bawl" ball, ball, ball, ball, ball. He has even touched my big belly and said, "
Bath time

Saturday, March 9, 2013

Helena with one L


Wallace calls himself Mama now. He can say me and mine but he points at himself and says, "Mama." He does the sign for "self" all the time when he is asking for things. He will say in sign, "more food self." I read that toddlers have a hard time understanding that they are a separate being from their primary care taker. Since I say things to Wallace like, "this is Mama's," and he wants whatever it is I have, he points at himself and says, "Mama."
Tom
  Wallace speaks in sign very well. He puts three words together regularly. I was sharing a grapefruit with him a few weeks ago and he was asking for more. I said, "more what?" Wallace said, "more grape orange eat." He put the signs grape and orange together all by himself to say grapefruit. I was so proud.

In the car Wallace cries for Dylan. Wallace cries, "Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Dad, Dad, Dad," on and on. He cries for his snack cup, his drinking cup, to have his shoes taken off, for the toys he dropped, for clean pants. "Daddy, Dad, Dad...." But for me, grunts, only grunts and wining. I can't twist around to check on him anymore so when I'm driving I only hear a low grumble of grunting and wining. I tell him he has to wait and he hushes up until I pull over to tend to him. We are working on patience. I tell him to flex his patience muscles.
Mushroom Head
 I was worried about one of our hens so I had Dylan catch her so I could look at her neck. I thought she had a goiter or something like that but when I checked her out it was just puffy beard feathers. We held her and petted her for a few minuets and then sat down so that Wallace could pet her. The next day Wallace was sitting on the porch eating a sandwich for lunch. The same hen, we call her "mushroom head" ran right up to Wallace and snatched some sandwich out of his hand wall he was taking a bite. Wallace kicked her and she only moved out of his reach. She came back just a second later and took his pickle. Dylan took the sandwich away from him and gave it to the dog. Then he gave Wallace the rest of his sandwich and kept mushroom head away from the boy until he was done with lunch.

Mushroom head has quickly become our most friendly or bold bird. She runs to me for treats and lets me pet her. She acts very dominant with the other birds around me as if to say, "back off she's mine"!

Impressive stack
 Our turkey is laying big beautiful eggs and we have enough silky eggs for a hen to hatch out. All our birds are using the same nest to lay, a hole they dug in the corner of the hen house under the roost that Dylan made them. All the nesting boxes we made and bought the birds and they want to lay eggs on the ground and sleep in the boxes, not in the roosts. We take the non-silky eggs for eating and the turkey eggs out of the nest.

We just placed an order of baby hens (pullets) and turkeys at the Tractor Supply Store. The chicks and the turkeys will be here in May; delivered straight to our post box. When we were in line to pay Wallace was looking longingly at the orange soda in the drink case. He looked at me and signed "orange" then said, "juice" and touched the glass. I tried to explain that was not orange juice even though it was orange in color. He turned up his hands and shrugged (that's how he asks why.) I said orange is a food and a color like red or green. He said, "oh" and pouted until the soda was out of sight. He purses out his lips, crosses his arms and huffs. I guess that is a natural behavior because he doesn't see anyone acting like that.

Almost all of our baby wipes. Thank you everyone!
 Dylan and I moved our king size mattress into out trailer. It took some serious bending and shimming to get it in. It is so nice to sleep on our nice mattress again! There was nothing wrong with our other bed, we just weren’t sure if we could get a solid mattress into the trailer and onto our bed frame.

We are getting ready for Helena. Dylan opened part of the bed up in the new trailer and cut the foam from our old bed to fit it. It is about a full size bed now. The couch still has one arm of the "U" shape open and their is still a decent amount of floor space for Wallace to play in the living room. Once Helena comes I plan on laying in for six weeks and a second bed for napping and feeding in our living space is very welcome.
 Wallace took a tumble a few days ago and he scratched up his face on the right side. This picture is the best I have of the owie.
This is the Sultan, one of my favorite birds. just after we took this photo we put her on her own nest of 13 eggs. She is sitting quite well.
 Dylan and I bought a 7,500-watt generator. It is very loud but we can power everything at once! We have it pretty far away from us and Dylan is going to build it a little house to help angle the noise away from us even more. We can run the well, the washer, the trailers so we can charge things and watch T.V., even run the vacuum all at once! The generator is not going to be on all the time of coarse, but it will get plenty of use.

Dylan got a quad for the farm
 Wallace can now say meow for cat and he can crow for rooster. He only has four-baby teeth left to come in and he is rocking a new hair doo.  He is 21 months old now. He has dozens of words now and lots of half words like "shhh" for shoe.

New hair doo- center part
He has been saying "eash" for over a month and we didn't know what he meant. We thought maybe eat but then he started saying eat, he can say cheese but he would say, "eash" and point at the cheese. In the grocery store he leans out of the cart and yells, "eash" and grabs at the fruit. "Eash," point at the door, "eash" point at his shoes, he even brings the shoes to me and says, "eash shhh." I finally figured it out, I think he is saying "please."