Monday, March 11, 2019

Meeting Arthur

Here are some picture of everyone meeting Arthur.

Jane said "Oh Arthur's so cute!" but didn't want to hold him and has had very little interest in him since.  She's gotta a busy play schedule to keep up with :)

Alice, on the other hand, can't get enough of him!  She was so excited.

Rutherford clearly doesn't know what to make of this new thing that mommy is holding all the time.  Thankfully he has only shown a little bit of jealousy when he wants to be held instead.

A close up on Rutherford's face :)

Stephen's mom, Nancy, has been staying with us and has been a HUGE help.

Jane and Rutherford were soon back to playing.

It's still blowing my mind that we have 4 kids now.  It seems oh so crazy but oh so right!  It should be interesting to see what life is like after Nancy leaves and we find our new normal.

Friday, March 8, 2019

Arthur's Accidental Home Birth

Arthur was due on Monday, and on Wednesday night I started having contractions about 10-15min apart, you know, just enough to keep me from sleeping.  They continued sporadically all day Thursday and I had hoped that I would go into active labor that night.

Well as soon as I went to bed the contractions stopped.  And then nothing all day Friday and I was feeling very annoyed because I really wanted this baby out!

Then in the middle of the night on Friday the 10-15min-apart contractions came back so...another night of no sleep.  And the contractions continued all day Saturday.

Finally Saturday evening the contractions started to get closer together and I was thinking “Thank goodness!  Finally!”  They got to 6 minutes apart for a little bit and then to my dismay, went back to 10-15 min apart!  I was so frustrated!

The weird thing about these contractions though was that in terms of pain and intensity, they were like a 9 (on a scale of 1-10) and felt like the end of labor, but they were too far apart, right? Right!?

So around 9pm I called my midwife exhausted and frustrated telling her what was going on and she told be to try and relax and take a bath and get some sleep.

So I took a bath but the contractions continued the same.

It was a little after 10pm and Stephen was sitting in bed reading and I was sitting on an exercise ball next to the bed when with one of these contractions, still 15 minutes apart, my water broke.

Now at this point, I was pretty darn sure this baby was going to be born at home.  With all my previous births I started pushing right after my water broke and with Jane and Rutherford it was only about 10 minutes of pushing.

Stephen jumped up and started grabbing our stuff while calling the midwife and she told him to head to the birth center and she would meet us there.

Then I felt it, the need to push and I dropped to all fours on the bedroom floor and yelled “Stephen, I’m pushing!”

He ran in the room and said “You need to get in the car!” and I said “No! He’s coming now!”

So he grabbed some towels while calling the midwife again and she said she was coming over and hung up.

1st push Arthur was crowning, 2nd push his head was out and 3rd push Stephen caught him.

He handed Arthur to me and ran outside just in time to flag down the midwife who was about to drive past our house.

So there I was, sitting on a bunch of towels on our bedroom floor, holding my baby.

Honestly it was surprising but neither Stephen nor I were scared.  If we had to wait a long time for the midwife to get there, we would have been a little more nervous.  Practically this wasn’t much different than my previous births.  The midwife has always been there just in case anything goes wrong but other than that my births have been “unassisted”.  Also with us having the view that birth is something natural and normal and, in most cases, not a medical emergency, made it not that big a deal.

So back to me sitting on the floor holding a baby... Stephen and the midwife came down the hall and reached the doorway of the room at the same time as my mother-in-law, Nancy, opened the door from the guest room, right next to our room and says confused “I thought I heard a baby cry?”  And the moment I will remember forever is sitting there, calmly smiling up at Stephen, the midwife and Nancy in the doorway looking down at me and the hilarious look of shock/terror on Nancy’s face.

The midwife, Sherri, was the same midwife I had for Jane and Rutherford, and we love her.  She came into the room with her usual calm friendly manner and said “Hey, there!  How ya doin?” and looked at me and Arthur and said we looked fine.

The moments after that were a bit crazy as Stephen tried to get all things together and in the car so we could drive to the birth center.

Sherri didn’t have anything with her for cutting the cord so we put the placenta in a bowl, I threw on some clothes and got in the back of our car holding Arthur and a bowl with the placenta in it.  Then we drove the 15 minutes to the birth center talking and laughing about this crazy birth.

As we walked from the car to the birth center with Stephen holding the bowl, he said “This has got to be the weirdest thing I have ever done.”

We settled ourselves in the bed of the beautiful birthing room and spent the mandatory 12 hours so they could monitor our vitals and at 11am we went back home.

And that was our accidental home birth!  

Sunday, February 17, 2019

Rutherford Turns 2!

First Birthday:
 2nd Birthday:

Weight: 27 lbs

Hight: 35 inches (75th percentile)

The pediatrician said he will probably be around 6ft when he grows up.

He is such a boy.  He loves cars, legos, balls and sticks.  Anything, including a green bean, can be a gun with his added sound effects.  Stephen and I often look at each other and shake our heads saying "how did he learn that?!"

He loves to ride his scooter.

He recently moved into a toddler bed and is doing well in it.  He sleeps in the funniest position though.  He sleeps horizontal at the head of the bed with he legs through the railings and his pillow on top of him.

Favorite Books: Pout-Pout Fish, The Little Engine That Could, and My Big Truck Book.

Favorite Food:  Mac & Cheese and any kind of fruit but especially clementines.  I call him "my fruit bat".

More pictures of 2 year old Rutherford.


Tuesday, November 6, 2018

Finally, a name for the baby!

Naming your baby is hard.  I mean seriously, it is one of the most important decisions you will ever make.  It’s a huge responsibility.

The girls were easy to name.  I had their names picked out many years before they were born. 

Boy names were the real challenge.  But we fell in love with Rutherford’s name before I was even pregnant with him.

And since coming up with Rutherford’s name, we’ve been trying to think of another boy name we liked with no avail.

This whole pregnancy I have been stressing so much about a boy name and when we found out that the baby was in fact a boy, I started freaking out a little.

The pressure was really on with having given Rutherford a name we love and that had real meaning behind it.

I loved that we picked a name for him that set an example of the kind of man we wanted him to become, a man who loved and served God with his life.  A man who is described as “being altogether taken up with everything good, excellent and useful.”

After that, we could just give our second son a name that we kinda liked that had no meaning.

Well we had no luck finding another theologian name we liked so I started to think in terms of a positive male role model, someone that embodied the masculine virtues.

That got me thinking about knights.  The legends of knights were ones that portrayed men of strength, bravery, loyalty and valor who used their strength to help the weak and poor.  In the current culture of “man bashing” and talk of “toxic masculinity”, I want our son to have a positive idea of what it means to be a man.

This is the knights code of chivalry:

To fear God and maintain His Church
To serve the liege lord in valor and faith
To protect the weak and defenseless
To give succor to widows and orphans
To refrain from the wanton giving of offence
To live by honor and for glory
To despise pecuniary reward
To fight for the welfare of all
To obey those placed in authority
To guard the honor of fellow knights
To eschew unfairness, meanness and deceit
To keep faith
At all times to speak the truth
To persevere to the end in any enterprise begun
To respect the honor of women
Never to refuse a challenge from an equal
Never to turn the back upon a foe

Seems to me a pretty good example to set before our son. 

So all of this to say that the name we have chosen is...


It is also no surprise that we, as serious book lovers, picked another literary related name.

The middle name we have chosen is Timothy.  It is my dad’s name and a Cooney family name (being good Irish people :)

So it's Arthur Timothy Wolfe.

I am really excited to have decided on a name and to stop calling him “baby”.

Also, Jane says “Arfur” which is just so cute and no one had better dare correct her!

Oh and please no "Art" or "Artie" nicknames.  Much appreciated.


Wednesday, September 19, 2018

Alice Turns 6!

First Birthday - Sixth Birthday:

6 Year old Alice:

She is 44 inches tall and 42 pounds. 

During our recent trip to California we were able to compare her height to mine at her age.  She is 2 inches taller!  Won't be long till I'll be looking up to her.

She still loves pink, unicorns, ponies, art, ballet, sparkles, tutus and all that stuff.

She is still a BIG talker.  She has lots to say and lots and lots of questions to ask.

She is very extraverted and loves nothing more than going places, doing things and playing with friends.  Every morning she asks "where are we going today?" and if I answer "nowhere", she is very disappointed.

Her favorite show is Wild Kratts.

Her favorite movie is Sound of Music.

She loves listening to "violin music" which is either bluegrass or Lindsey Stirling.

She is really enjoying the Roald Dahl books that we have been reading lately.  Charlie and the Chocolate Factory is probably her favorite.

She is the proud owner of 4 silver teeth.  Seriously, she loves showing them off.  Unfortunately it is the result of her inheriting my bad teeth.

For her birthday this year we invited over 3 of her friends for a unicorn birthday party/playdate.

She said she wanted a unicorn birthday cake, thank you pinterest.

Dress up time!

Making butterfly masks, so much glitter glue!

Tried to run off some of the sugar playing outside and in the kiddie pool.

These girls did not have fun at all, obviously.

She really wanted a piñata.  This thing was so hard for them to break open.  Finally they managed to knock it to the ground.  As soon as it hit the floor they were on it like a bunch of pirañas.  They ripped it to shreds in 3 seconds flat.  It was hilarious.

Her one disappointment was that she has been saying for months that when she turns 6 she will have a lose tooth.  By the end of her birthday she sadly said to me, "But mommy, I don't have a lose tooth!".

Saturday, May 5, 2018

Jane Turns 3!

One Year Old:

Two Years Old:

Three Years Old:

I was conflicted about which picture to chose as her "official" 3 year old picture.  The one above is the cutest picture of her but that is not how she usually smiles.

This picture is how Jane usually smiles, which is a little less, uh, photogenic:

Height: 36 inches

Weight: 28 pounds

Favorite Foods: Mac & Cheese and pizza

Favorite Books: The Cat in the Hat, Green Eggs and Ham, and Mother Goose.

Favorite Movies/Shows: Wall-E, Totoro, Sarah & Duck and The Cat in the Hat.

Best Friends: Alice and Ansel.  Ansel is a friend from church and our homeschool group that is her little partner in crime.  I once found them together in the bathroom eating soap.

She is playing with Rutherford more and more as he gets older and "more fun".

She is becoming more of a talker.  She goes off on silly rambling stories.  

She has been a bit of a handful in the area of discipline and is quick to throw herself on the floor and scream when things don't go her way.

Thankfully she does do pretty well in public and her Bible study teachers say she is "an angel".

She has recently become a little less independent and a little more cautious in certain situations.

She's still really tough and rarely cries when she falls.

She loves to cuddle, especially after naptime.  She is mute for like 15 minutes after nap and just wants to sit on my lap and cuddle.  If she doesn't get that time, she can be very grouchy.

She LOVES pretending to be a dog or cat.  Unfortunately her "meow" isn't a cute meow but more like an angry cat or worse, a cat in heat.

She's my silly and sweet Jane Lily.

More of Jane in the Texas wildflowers.