Give a man a fish, and you've fed him for a day. Let Sammy have the last sips of a Vernor's, leave the can on the table next to a full water bottle, and you've entertained him for a very, very long time.
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Archive for January 2013
Teach a man to fish...
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Mickey
Sammy spent the weekend with his second best friend Mickey, the nine-year-old Sheltie I got my freshman year of high school. She'll be joining our family as soon as we move into our new home. It's the no.1 reason I'm so anxious to get in there.
This week
1. Brotherly affection.
2. Springtime blooms decorate our evening walks.
3. Sammy makes a mess of feeding himself--a necessity with a new brother.
4. Our dinner Wednesday night: chicken stew with kale, carrots, turnips, etc.
5. Jed is almost 10 lbs (9 lbs 12 oz, to be exact).
6. Our leftover chicken stew with leftover quinoa + steel-cut oats.
MLK Jr Day
Sean spent all day at the house with his 24-hour tool rental. Half-way though, he texted me "Do you want to come visit me after nap so that Sammy can see his Dada?" He and Sammy have become such buds since the end of my pregnancy with Jed.
The boys and I went walking in the morning (and, man, was the town quiet), spent the afternoon with a sweet friend from church, Michaela, and then headed over to visit Dada before bedtime. So I did all our major routines solo. I was glad for both boys in bed in the end, but I did it just fine. Sean just got 50 more students this morning, so I expect I'll be doing quite a bit solo in the next few weeks.
Jed was exhausted at the end of the day.
Our new home
Back in May, while feeling out the housing market, I found the home we recently bought listed as a short sale. By the time we were ready to look more seriously into our real estate options in the fall, the home was vacant and unsold, but unlisted. A little digging on the Alachua County Clerk of Court website led us to discover that it would be up for auction the week of Thanksgiving, so we hired a RE attorney and made our way over the courthouse on the appointed date. Our attorney was able to discover ahead of time what the bank was willing to bid on the house, so we knew in advance whether it was something we wanted to go for or not. Of course, it was and we did.
Sean's already started a great schedule of working 3-5 hours at the house in the mornings, coming home when he gets hungry, working in his office for FLVS, coming out between 6-7pm for family worship and the bedtime routine, and working again until he's done. Speaking of FLVS, Sean is now a full-time Leadership Skills instructor. He switched over from part-time to full-time work in mid December, and in January he got a wave of around 100 students. He's really liking it so far and getting the hang of teaching 100 students virtually.
For anyone who'd like to keep up our home's progress throughout the spring, we started an additional blog where we'll post any big happenings--House of Hill. Like this blog, it's not a fully public blog being available through search engines, but it also doesn't require signing in to view. It's linked above among the pages of The Hillian Collection.
A quick word on our blog names:
When Sean and I first met at a tailgate my freshman year at UF, he promised me a CD of White Stripes songs since I had never listened to them. When he delivered the CD, it was entitled "The Hillian Collection." They were his hand-picked favorites, and I thought his title was terribly clever. It probably wasn't, but I was so smitten with him that I still think it is. So it's the name of our blog--the place we hand pick selections of our lives to share with friends and family. "House of Hill" is how Sean's always termed his household. It's not The House of Hill (like, say, The House of Grantham), it's simply House of Hill. I thought he was terribly clever when he came up with that one, too. What can I say? I love that guy.
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Names by Sammy
These are the names Sammy's got down pat. See if you can catch which one he created himself.
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Oh, Big Brother...
What a proud big bro Sammy's become. We're working on burping the little bro gently. Gently, Sammy. Gently!
Oh Brother...
It's only 10:15, and. Sammy's fallen asleep half way along our walk. I guess this means I won't have a relaxing naptime today. Sweet thing.
The Escape Pod
I opted this time around to try the newborn stage without a traditional swing since they take up so much space. I've heard good things about the Mamaroo, so I decided to give it a chance. It's already helped so much to give me those few extra minutes to spend time with Sammy or relax myself, so Sean named it The Escape Pod. Jedidiah gets to escape to Lala Land and I get to escape to--well--I go to Lala Land, too.
Productive Snuggles
The Maya Wrap is my new best friend...at least for now. I suppose I've become something of a baby carrier collector. I've got my Moby Wrap, which is great for walks but it's a pain around the house, my Beco Gemini, which is best for older babies, and now my Maya Wrap--the perfect carrier to throw on and off around the house as needed, especially with a cuddly newborn.
He's four weeks old and over eight pounds now.
And Sammy is using the potty.
Oh my.
