Mariska and Jack

Little miss cheese ball!!!!!!

She is not picking his nose, I use my knuckle to see if Jack is hungry she is doing the same.
I love how sweet she is to him.

One Eyed Jack

As of Yesterday Jack is two weeks old. He still prefers to only open his right eye most of the time. The left eye has finally opened but only half way. I was concerned about it but after talking to the doc he said that sometimes babies prefer to use one eye more than the other. I thought that was interesting. I love when he looks at me with his one eye. Mariska finds it absolutely hilarious.

Swing Time

I remember with Mariska how I always wanted to hold her and I was fine just letting her sleep in my arms. Don't get me wrong I love holding Jack and I love letting him sleep in my arms but it just isn't possible to do it as often because I have Mariska and she needs mom time too. We borrowed a really nice swing from Johns brother and his wife. It has been a great thing to have. Several times I have found him in the swing surrounded by an assortment of Mariska's toys. At least she is willing to share even if he can't play with them.

Halloween Pumpkins

With how close to Halloween Jack arrived and how young Mariska is we decided it would not hurt anything to skip it this year. We already had the pumpkins so I figured why not carve and paint them. This is what we came up with this year.

Gingerbread house Take Two

I don't know if you recall the disaster we had when building the gingerbread house last Christmas. Apparently we are not meant to build gingerbread houses. My mom found this really cute Halloween haunted gingerbread house kit when shopping in Yakima. Since we didn't dress up and go trick or treating we decided to put the house together instead. It stayed together until we started to put the candy on it. At least Mariska enjoyed herself. Guess we will have another go at Christmas!

Jack

Announcing the arrival of our newest family member, Jack was born on Friday the 23rd at 4:26 PM. He was 8 lbs 7 oz. and 19 inches long. He is beautiful and I am already so much in love with him. I am so grateful for him. I am grateful to my father in heaven for giving me the this little angel to look after in this life. I am glad he is mine forever. My love for John and Mariska has increased over the past couple days. I was worried I wouldn't have enough love for both of my children but I do and I already feel that life just wouldn't be right with out both of them near me. Thank you for all the prayers and the thoughts.

Just One Of Those days

So Monday I went to the Doctor and found that the progress we had been making with the baby moving down into the birth canal had been reversed. I felt so depressed. My mom is coming today and I wanted so badly to have a baby by the time she got here. Well, I tried to be positive and I think what I ended up doing instead was suppressing feelings that should not have been suppressed. I slept lousy Monday night and woke very grouchy on Tuesday. Riska didn't get the amount of sleep that she needs to have a good day so we were at each others throats all day Tuesday. The best part of the day was when I got out of the shower. John was on the phone with the cell company and Mariska was quiet as can be. I hollered for her and she said "I'm in mommy's bedroom." I asked what she was doing in there and she replied, "Eating M and M's." I have acid reflux when I am pregnant and chocolate really sets it off so I had a regular bag of M and M's in my night stand that I was saving for after the baby. Mariska the little stinker ate the whole bag. I completely lost it. I sat on the edge of the tub and sobbed. John came in worried that something was really wrong and when he asked all I could say was "Mariska ate my M and M's!!!!" I wish I was lucid enough to actually see his reaction to my emotional outburst. It had to look pretty funny. A grown women crying over candy. I laugh now because it is funny. It just didn't seem funny at the time.Oh the things that will put us over the edge.

Mommy's Belly

With the due date looming aroiund the corner, we have been talking to Mariska about the baby. John keeps telling her that the baby will come out of my tummy soon. I wasn't sure if she understood, until yesterday. She brought over her little construction tape measure and measured my belly. She was very sweet about it and told me that my belly measured 9 inches. :) As I sat there she got a concerned look on her face. I asked her what the matter was and she responded with "Jack come out of mommy's belly?" I told her yes and that it would be soon. She still looked concerned so I proded again what was wrong. "Jack break mommy's belly?" was what I got. My little sweetheart is totally concerned about how Jack is going to get out. I never really thought how that would look to a three year old. Luckily assuring her that my belly would not be broken that it would be better did the trick. Can't wait until the real answers have to be given.