JP loves his jumperoo. He enjoys being upright and able to bounce around on his own. It's so funny to watch. He'll babble to himself, squeal, laugh and stop to watch the dogs. I bought this on craigslist for $45! I highly recommend it!
He really wore himself out...
P.S. The little man had his SECOND haircut yesterday!!! It was already about an inch past his ears again!!! Two haircuts before five months!
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
Little Dutch Boy
Well, Baby Jason really isn't Dutch, but his Aunt Elske is! And so is this little outfit she picked out for him while in Holland this summer. I'm not sure if you can see it, but there are little bunnies on the front, and Aunt Elske said all little kids in Holland have clothes (or something) with these little bunnies on it. He's modeling his new threads while playing with PapPap. :)
Gotta love the back pocket...so cute!!!
Gotta love the back pocket...so cute!!!
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Neglect
I've been neglecting the blog. I haven't been taking very many pictures this week. Jason was sick, now JP has a cold and I'm feeling like I'm getting sick too...you know that gross, scratchy feeling in the back of your throat? Yuk! Plus Jason's been working 7 days a week, insane hours, so not much down time.
I tried to video JP jumping in his jumperoo this evening (which is hysterical), but Jackson and Blitz got into a brawl right in the middle of me taping JP. I'd post it, but Michael Vick's prosecutors might show up on my doorstep. ha. I swear...those two start out playing, then it turns ugly...
Enough babbling...
Stay tuned :)
Bonus picture:
I tried to video JP jumping in his jumperoo this evening (which is hysterical), but Jackson and Blitz got into a brawl right in the middle of me taping JP. I'd post it, but Michael Vick's prosecutors might show up on my doorstep. ha. I swear...those two start out playing, then it turns ugly...
Enough babbling...
Stay tuned :)
Bonus picture:
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Spoons
JP had a great time with a couple spoons at the Cheesecake Factory. We pulled out the camera and he got cranky. Watch his face when he throws one off the table - in the beginning of the video. haha.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
This time last year
This time last year, we found out we were pregnant for the fourth time. Unfortunately, we lost the first three pregnancies, so we were very guarded with our hearts upon discovering we were pregnant again. We'd had countless tests done, and there was never a "reason" found for the multiple miscarriages (which included two sets of twins - one being JP's). We knew only time would tell if this little bean was going to make it. Anyone who's experienced issues with fertility knows how torturous the wait can be.
When we realized we were pregnant, we had an early ultrasound. It showed one baby with a strong heartbeat. A couple days later, I experienced some bleeding, and a second ultrasound showed the baby no longer had a heartbeat. We were numb. I think we were ready to give up having a child naturally. Biologically. My D&C was scheduled. The morning of the D&C, the doctor ordered a "confirmation" ultrasound before the procedure. Initially, I thought this was a little cruel...we already know the baby is gone, why look again?
Well, thank the Lord for that ultrasound! The tech's face turned white while she was looking at the screen. She turned to us and said "I don't believe this. There's another baby here with a strong heartbeat. I've never seen this before." Talk about being emotionally yanked around. My stomach was sick...Jason couldn't even form a sentence...did I really almost have an accidental abortion? The doctor called me personally, very apologetic that they missed the twin initially. I think I was so numb, I just said "okay. it's okay." I could tell he was nervous for my reaction...I guess I could have really let him have it..but, I didn't have it in me. I didn't believe this baby stood a chance anyway. We'd conceived twins before in Alabama, saw both heartbeats, then lost both. I was sure that's what was going to happen again.
Well, this little bean kept on surviving. At my 12 week appointment, the ultrasound went great, the baby was growing beautifully. After I was shocked that my next ultrasound wouldn't be until I was 20 weeks along, the OB put her hand on my leg and said "this is a now considered a normal pregnancy." I cried. Normal? Relief. Yet, still very guarded.
If you know me, you know the pregnancy itself was beyond difficult. I had severe sickness for the first 22-23 weeks - not even nausea drugs used for cancer patients undergoing chemo could help. It was really rough. At 12 weeks, the ultrasound tech told me it was a girl (she was positive)...I surprised Jason with a little pink outfit to tell him the news. He didn't get it for a good five minutes why I gave him a PINK outfit. Once he did, we had a good laugh and began trying to picture our lives with a little girl. Then at 20 weeks, we saw a penis. (really, was I on candid camera?) Scratch the girl names. Around 24 weeks, I experienced depression and anxiety - much like postpartum but during the pregnancy. That was a whole other hill I had to climb. Never a dull moment.
Then, 9 days before my due date, Jason Palmer decided enough was enough. He made an early debut within 5 pushes. I think God knew how tough I had it, so he "threw me a bone" when it came to the delivery. (Thanks, God!) We welcomed our beautiful baby boy into the world on Monday, May 4, 2009.
It was done. I think after looking at him, touching him, hearing him cry, I finally allowed myself to believe it. I was a mom. Jason was a dad. I wasn't going to lose this one.
So, to sum it all up - this time last year, I was looking at this...
Never believing it could turn into this...
I don't regret our crazy experience. (I mean, I could have gone without puking at work five dozen times - it echoed in there!!) But, honestly, through it all, we've grown as a couple tremendously, and we've learned that life is truly a gift. A huge, fabulous, perfect gift from God. Every day when I snuggle this little blessing in my arms, I thank God for allowing me to realize just how special he is and how lucky I am to have this little man who makes my heart burst with love. A gift. The best gift I've ever received.
Thank you to everyone who prayed for us and our little miracle throughout the past year! Those prayers were certainly answered! :)
When we realized we were pregnant, we had an early ultrasound. It showed one baby with a strong heartbeat. A couple days later, I experienced some bleeding, and a second ultrasound showed the baby no longer had a heartbeat. We were numb. I think we were ready to give up having a child naturally. Biologically. My D&C was scheduled. The morning of the D&C, the doctor ordered a "confirmation" ultrasound before the procedure. Initially, I thought this was a little cruel...we already know the baby is gone, why look again?
Well, thank the Lord for that ultrasound! The tech's face turned white while she was looking at the screen. She turned to us and said "I don't believe this. There's another baby here with a strong heartbeat. I've never seen this before." Talk about being emotionally yanked around. My stomach was sick...Jason couldn't even form a sentence...did I really almost have an accidental abortion? The doctor called me personally, very apologetic that they missed the twin initially. I think I was so numb, I just said "okay. it's okay." I could tell he was nervous for my reaction...I guess I could have really let him have it..but, I didn't have it in me. I didn't believe this baby stood a chance anyway. We'd conceived twins before in Alabama, saw both heartbeats, then lost both. I was sure that's what was going to happen again.
Well, this little bean kept on surviving. At my 12 week appointment, the ultrasound went great, the baby was growing beautifully. After I was shocked that my next ultrasound wouldn't be until I was 20 weeks along, the OB put her hand on my leg and said "this is a now considered a normal pregnancy." I cried. Normal? Relief. Yet, still very guarded.
If you know me, you know the pregnancy itself was beyond difficult. I had severe sickness for the first 22-23 weeks - not even nausea drugs used for cancer patients undergoing chemo could help. It was really rough. At 12 weeks, the ultrasound tech told me it was a girl (she was positive)...I surprised Jason with a little pink outfit to tell him the news. He didn't get it for a good five minutes why I gave him a PINK outfit. Once he did, we had a good laugh and began trying to picture our lives with a little girl. Then at 20 weeks, we saw a penis. (really, was I on candid camera?) Scratch the girl names. Around 24 weeks, I experienced depression and anxiety - much like postpartum but during the pregnancy. That was a whole other hill I had to climb. Never a dull moment.
Then, 9 days before my due date, Jason Palmer decided enough was enough. He made an early debut within 5 pushes. I think God knew how tough I had it, so he "threw me a bone" when it came to the delivery. (Thanks, God!) We welcomed our beautiful baby boy into the world on Monday, May 4, 2009.
It was done. I think after looking at him, touching him, hearing him cry, I finally allowed myself to believe it. I was a mom. Jason was a dad. I wasn't going to lose this one.
So, to sum it all up - this time last year, I was looking at this...
Never believing it could turn into this...
I don't regret our crazy experience. (I mean, I could have gone without puking at work five dozen times - it echoed in there!!) But, honestly, through it all, we've grown as a couple tremendously, and we've learned that life is truly a gift. A huge, fabulous, perfect gift from God. Every day when I snuggle this little blessing in my arms, I thank God for allowing me to realize just how special he is and how lucky I am to have this little man who makes my heart burst with love. A gift. The best gift I've ever received.
Thank you to everyone who prayed for us and our little miracle throughout the past year! Those prayers were certainly answered! :)
Monday, September 7, 2009
Weekend of Firsts
Grandma and Pap Pap are in town from West Virginia and got to experience a couple of JP's "firsts" with him...
Grandma gave him his first hair cut (I don't know many 4 month olds who need a haircut, but this guy did!)
No more Bozo the Clown ears or bangs in his eyes!!
BIG BOY!!!!
And JP's first football game - the first of hundreds to come. He might have been a little more interested in his puppy, but he was a trooper and lasted all 4 quarters, awake!
Grandma gave him his first hair cut (I don't know many 4 month olds who need a haircut, but this guy did!)
No more Bozo the Clown ears or bangs in his eyes!!
BIG BOY!!!!
And JP's first football game - the first of hundreds to come. He might have been a little more interested in his puppy, but he was a trooper and lasted all 4 quarters, awake!
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
A Great Invention
JP has been getting some great use of his Bumbo seat lately. This morning I was able to put him in it in the front yard while I cleaned out my car and scrubbed a stroller!
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
7 years ago today...
...okay, so 7 days ago yesterday (i never got around to posting yesterday)...Jason proposed to me. It involved Marshall football, shag carpet, a couple beers (for me) and some wife beaters. Can't get much better than that, right?
6 years of marriage, three moves, three dogs, a baby, and we're still going strong!!
The weekend we got engaged...hiking in WV...(Jason has hair!!!)
Showing off my ring...
6 years of marriage, three moves, three dogs, a baby, and we're still going strong!!
The weekend we got engaged...hiking in WV...(Jason has hair!!!)
Showing off my ring...
Oblivious to the engagement anniversary, JP has been enjoying this little puppy his Grandma gave him. Thank you, Grandma!!!!
It's delicious!!!
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