Monday, November 23, 2015
We started off with a checklist of things to accomplish, written by Penelope.
Pour water on him.
Let him play now.
Put shampoo now.
Let him play now.
Put shampoo now.
Then wash his body.
Put soap on him.
Put conditioner on him.
Put a towel on him.
Get him dressed now.
Get him dressed now.
Then we got our supplies ready: sink (check), enamelware basin in which to bathe him-slash-make him look like a roasting chicken (check), towel (check), observation deck for penelope (check), a lone dirty spatula (check).
As predicted, Rocco didn't love the series of unfortunate events.
His response to first being immersed:
His response to being scrubbed down:
His response to being rinsed off:
His response to being removed from the bath:
Thankfully, the paci covers a multitude of perceived wrongs.
Penelope stayed faithful to our checklist, making sure we hadn't forgotten any important steps. ("Let him play now" probably did not get checked off, but that was by Rocco's choice. If there is one thing newborns don't take kindly to, it's allowing anyone to fully complete their to-do lists. Also, baths. But I feel that point has been sufficiently made already.)
Being warm and dry and dressed in his best monocle and mustache cheered him up.
And then he was clean for approximately four seconds, which is pretty good for a newborn.
Friday, November 20, 2015
It has been a really long time since I've posted a Friday summary of our week, so this one is going to cover the last few weeks.
I got to spend some snuggle time with this little girl while she was still the littlest Van Voorst.
My last official preggo photo:
Finneas literally marched to the beat of a different drum. Stylin'.
Laurelai spent some time just being happy to be alive.
She picked out this 'pirate' outfit all by herself.
Todd and I have been relying heavily on the espresso pot I got him for his birthday.
And suddenly (plus some stuff in between), there were Five.
Atticus came downstairs one morning and immediately began unloading the dishwasher for me, without being prompted by anything other than his desire to help me out. Golly, that kid melts my heart.
The sisters spent approximately 98% of their free time swooning over their new brother. We've had to instate an explicit new rule that no one is allowed to touch him without permission while he's sleeping, because otherwise he's quickly woken up by finger-pokes to the face and tons and tons of smooches. There are definitely worse problems to have in life than being loved too much, but still.
We stuck with our school schedule, surprisingly enough. We were coincidentally on break the week I went into labor and was at the hospital, so we didn't miss lessons then, and Todd took the following week off to be home with me, and having two adults on hand to wrangle everything made it relatively easy to truck along. Plus, the kids do best with a rhythm to their day, so it actually made life easier to just stick with our routine.
Also? Penelope is a wiggly learner. This is how I often find her doing her math, if she's not sitting directly on the table.
And Atticus got a haircut and is looking about as cool as Fonzie, but with different finger gestures.
And other than all the stuff that generally comes with newborns (doctor appointments, nurse assessments, midwife appointments, nursing and pumping for hours and hours and hours per day, sleeping when you can, cuddling - and sitting - as much as possible; you know the drill), that has been how we've spent our time the last few weeks!
Thursday, November 19, 2015
Lauren meeting Rocco for the first time.
Austin meeting Rocco for the first time.
Even though Rocco was born at 10:30 at night, we were up until around 3:30 when all was said and done. I was literally falling asleep sitting up.
We all found the Michael Jackson-esque rubber glove that was water-proofing my IV port, and my old lady walker, stylish and not at all ridiculous.
Baby's First De-clawing: because the last thing you need when breastfeeding a newborn is to involve ten tiny daggers commandeered with motor skills equal to those of an inebriated kitten. Adorable, but irresponsible.
Rocky looks ready to fight. Puddum up, puddum up.
So much squishy baby to smooch!
My whole tribe! This photo is very surreal to see. I mean, I regularly know I have five kids, but it's so weird in those specific moments to think about the fact that all these little people were created IN MY BODY. So bizarre.
My mom meeting Rocco for the first time.
Todd's mom meeting Rocco for the first time.
Todd's dad meeting Rocco for the first time.
One of the best parts of the hospital stay: Food On Demand. Also, uninterrupted cuddle time with the baby. But also, Food On Demand.
Ready to head home.
Also ready to head home. (Me, not the nurse. I mean, maybe she was, but I can't guarantee it.)
Annnnnd, home! (After a stop at Caribou for some coffee, because this ain't our first rodeo.)
Happy homecoming to us!
Wednesday, November 18, 2015
Tuesday, November 17, 2015
So, I know everyone thinks their kid is a genius, but seriously... my kid is a genius. She got a really neat puzzle set as a gift from Todd's parents recently, and she just up and KILLED it. I'll prove it:
See? I told you. This is clear evidence that she will likely win some kind of brain award someday.
Plus, she's adorable, yes?