There's a First Time for Everything

I am so excited to say that for the first time, my husband and I (and Isaac of course) will be taking our first vacation as a family, the first vacation that does not involve Oh.io, a wedding, or our families!

Don't get me wrong, we ABSOLUTELY love to go back and visit our families and we are always thrilled when they come to visit. And I love to be a part of my friend's weddings and to help them with their special time.

But we need to get away as a family, just us. We need to go somewhere we want to go, and to not feel obligated to go anywhere or see anyone.

We decided to take this vacation over my fabulous 5 day weekend, which was referred to as a vacation. Um, no. I still had to clean, make dinner, etc. Therefore, it was not a vacation...just like a mini break from work. Oh, it was fabulous. But NOT a vacation by any means.

I booked the flights today! We will be escaping to Nort.h Caro.lina in December for 4 days! (NOTE: the actual trip is actually 6 days...flying takes up alot of time. And Isaac needs layovers when we are literally going coast to coast.) I know it is a ways away, but it was really the soonest we can finangle. And the longest. Yes, we are THAT busy and booked up.

Hurrah!

Phantom

Right after Isaac was born, I would often feel the "phantom" kicks and hiccups in my belly. When he would curl up on my chest, I just knew that is what he looked like when he was en utero.

I haven't felt them in a while. Then the other day, I did. Maybe it was just gas bubbles or something, but I was instantly transported back to the days when I had a big baby belly. And I felt some pangs of sadness.

Isaac came three weeks early. Don't get me wrong, I am extremely glad he came early, cause I was getting mighty uncomfy.

But I kind of wanted those three weeks. He came so suddenly, I didn't really have a chance to prepare. I was planning on doing a lot of things over those three weeks. And I really wanted the time to mentally prepare and rest up. I wanted to close out my pregnancy. Does that make sense? I was ready for him, but I wasn't. I just really wanted those three weeks and for some reason it really gets to me that I didn't.

I loved being pregnant. I loved having my baby as a part of me, completely and 100% dependent on me and let's face it, completely and 100% mine at that time (possession is 9/10 of the law right? :) ). I loved being able to feel him and I used to dream about what my boy would look like. I loved feeling him move in me.

I don't know why it makes me sad and I don't know why it bothers me so much. Is it possible that I am having these bouts of PPD because of Isaac came early?

Monday is Daddy Daycare Day!

Monday's are Daddy Daycare Days. Just because it is a holiday and I am off work doesn't change that. I managed to swing a 5 day weekend over this holiday because I only work 4 days a week now, and the girl who covers when I am gone is going away this next week on the days I normally take off. Henvce I endedup with Tuesday off. Friday through Tuesday.



And since it is a Daddy Daycare, and Mommy is off of work...I GOT TO SLEEP IN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



I love my husband. :)

Momma's Baby Boy

So.....you think he's my baby? :)

O-H!........I-O!!!!!

Isaac has been a football fan since birth. No, really. It's true. At 5 days, he was already throwing up his arms for touchdowns.

See? That's even his OSU baby fleece blanket. (PS, that is a NEWBORN onesie hanging off of him! Sob. My baby!)



Ok, so he may have been a little too small to understand what he was doing. And, ok, he probably still is. But he's a Buckeye Baby. And yesterday was the first OSU football game of the season and that meant we had spirit! Since Daddy had to work, we had to wear OSU jammies.

We DVRed the game so Ben could watch it, and he was thrilled when Isaac woke up just before he sat down to watch it (Me, not so much. It was 8:45.) Anyway, he was so excited, I let Isaac stay up an extra 30 minutes to watch some football with his Dad.


You know, that's why Dad's want boys! :) To have a football buddy. And he's got plenty of Buckeye Baby clothes to wear for all the games. And a special one for the Michigan game, coem November. :) Don't even get me started on his halloween costume. :)

Isaac enjoyed it. He liked the whistles. Ben was thrilled he got his first Father-Son Football game. They were both THRILLED when I pulled their attention away for a picture. Thank goodness we have the ability to pause. :) And Guiliani likes the games too. He tries to follow the football on the screen. Seriously.

And the Buckeyes won! :) Isaac wasn't up for that part, he was back asleep by 9:30. We had to have a whole conversation about how to watch football while the baby is sleeping, ahem...no SCREAMING at the TV and no loud cheers and claps. When I was pregnant last season, I swear every time Ben would yell, Isaac jumped in my belly. SWEAR.

Isaac and the Swings

We have been taking Isaac to local parks in the evenings to get him (and us) some fresh air. One park has a nice long walking trail, horse trail, and dog park. The other has a creek and pond (that I fell into while sampling for work), baseball fields and swimming pool, and rose garden. Both have swings, of course.

And Isaac LOVES the swings. LOOOOOVVVVVEEEEES them! He laughs and shrieks and smiles while Ben or I gently push him. He seems so small in the swing and I am still afraid he is going to smack his face on the front of it, so I put a blankie in front of him. Plus, let's face it. The swings are dirty. I don't want his mouth on them.

Last night we even ventured down the slide. I got some dirty looks from a crotchety old grandma who seemed to think that Isaac was too small for the swings and slide and that the whole playground was for her grandchildren.

And those little shoes he is wearing? Robeez! LOVE THEM! Those are blue with sharks on them. I have been scouring ebay for more. I refuse to buy my baby a $30+ pair of crib shoes.

Isaac and the Fire Trucks

A while back, Ben and I offered up our house for volunteer firefighter training. They just wanted to have different houses to assess and to come up with fire safety plans if our house or one like it was on fire (knock on wood). My only stipluation was that Isaac could get a picture with the fire trucks. :)




And he loved them! There were 2 medium sized trucks with the ladders and hoses, you know the typical red fire trucks. There were a bunch of smaller diesel pick ups too. Ok, they weren't ALL at my house...some of my neighbors had volunteered as well.


Isaac was absolutely fascinated by the lights and sounds of the exhaust and engines. We walked around and looked at them and he got to touch some of the equipment.


A few days ago, we received a "thank you" note from the fire cheif, and it said we could bring Isaac to the station whenever we wanted to. We will definately do that when he is a bit bigger! :)


I wonder if they have a dalmation???? :)