The Christmas Post

It came and went even faster this year, so it seemed. We managed to get to the Van Dusen gardens Festival of Lights and the sorry-excuse-for-a-Christmas-train at Bear Creek Park, but at least Santa was there. Callum asked for a marble set while Max first asked for Christmas for Christmas, but changed his mind to a reindeer then finally he just wanted candy.


Callum's preschool did a nativity play and I'm sure he learned more about Jesus from his school than he has in all his years in Primary! (ex.he explained to me all about how the star is the most important ornament on the tree because it reminds us to look for Jesus.)

Jeff was one of the MC's at his work Christmas party and it was a smashing success - especially the Mad Men theme. They had a photo booth for use, so I grabbed Don Draper and had some fun before I was caught by Jeff! :-)


Christmas Eve was the big Davis family get together at our house, with turkey and gift exchange.







It was a cute and fun Christmas morning, with my parents arriving at our house an hour before my boys even woke up (my mom was a little excited!).




Gotta go get my boys out of the tub...

Quit

Uh ya. Nevermind. Max will not be toilet trained this year. So much for the 'good bye diaper' party. He. Is. Not. Ready.

And neither am I, I guess.

Crafty Kelli

After taking out our little box of Christmas decorations, I realized that we may need a few more. They may have been sufficient for our 700sqft apartment, but they were lost in this big house. So I cut some branches off the Holly tree in our back yard then ripped up a Harry Potter book and ended up with these:

Callum was inspired at school to make some paper snowflakes for our windows, so I got on board too.

Just as a side-note, Max is currently sitting on the toilet and has been on there for nearly an hour. We had his "Goodbye Diaper" party yesterday since I am just disgusted by changing his diapers anymore. Well, by 9:00am, we had already gone through 3 sets of underwear and pants, hence why he is just going to spend the day sitting on the can until he figures out what peeing in the toilet actually means! (Yes, Samantha, you can snicker and feel satisfied that Max will challenge my patience in this endeavor!). I am SO unexcited about the next few days. I am tempted to give up right this very minute, actually....

My 2-month baby going on 9 months

Let's talk about Simon! He's so awesome. He had his 2-month birthday last week and I am loving every bit of him now. Ok, yes, I have to admit that my attempts to enjoy the newborn-infant stage were somewhat unsuccessful because I really just don't understand babies and I get too frustrated by that. So, when Simon hit 6-weeks and started smiling at me - Hallelujah!

Since he turned 6-weeks, he's decided to stop crying anytime he is conscious, so he will often let me carry on with being a mother to 2 other little boys. Yes, he still has his quirks (I often need to use the kitchen hood vent fan at 500cfm to calm him), but Simon seems to be winning the battle for easiest Skinner baby! In Simon's bedroom I had hung this poster that Simon just loves - another way to calm him when upset is to let him lie on his change table and just let him stare at it:

I have to say that he excels the most in the category of night-time sleeping, as he generally goes to sleep around 7pm, and only wakes around 12:30am and 5:00am to feed (though he often thinks he is up for the day at 5am, but I forgive him since I manage to get enough sleep anyway). We have yet to come up with any regular daytime schedule, though, since he likes 10 or 15-minute naps, or 2 to 2.5 hour naps at irregular times of the day. He is very forgiving, though, as I have sometimes had to feed him by propping his bottle up while he sits in the carseat or even while in the stroller as we're taking Callum to school.

He's looking more and more like his own person, not a little clone of Jeff or his brothers anymore. He has their 'big' gene, though, since he is already wearing 6-9 months clothes! Getting a photo of him smiling is difficult when he wants to look into my eyes but the camera gets in the way:


He has found his hands, and is rather entertained by them:

I tried him in the Jolly Jumper for the first time the other day. He wasn't so sure about it:


On another subject.... Christmas time is here!!!! You know that the countdown has started when the thick Toys'R'Us flyers start coming in the mail:

Bike tricks, the middle name, pumpkins and costumes!

Fall is here - ROAR!

Callum loves his Preschool and since it's only a couple blocks away, we ride our bikes pretty much every day, (well, Cal and Max ride while I push Simon in the stroller). This allows Callum to work on his bike tricks, like his Poppa-Wheelie, putting his feet on his handle bars, running alongside his bike before jumping on the seat while moving, skid-stopping, and this one, where he slings his legs over and rides side-saddle (he is in motion in this picture):

On Callum's ProD Day, we ventured to the Aquarium since it had been a while. Simon is making his place in the family as Callum and Max completely adore him! It's very different than when Max was born - Callum didn't really notice Max's existence for the first few months, but he's actually quite helpful with Simon. I often see Callum trying different sounds or shaking toys at Simon to stop him from crying. Max is constantly trying to caress Simon, kiss him and give him "huggies" as he calls them. They both want to hold him all the time and it's very cute. We did manage to pick a middle name, finally (though I only mailed in his Registration of Birth papers yesterday!), just in time for him to be blessed at church last Sunday - we decided on Davis, since it pays homage to my family and therefore is slightly more meaningful than my other choice, which was Eames, which would have paid homage to the architectural origins of Jeff and my relationship. So, he is Simon Davis Skinner. Callum took this picture of me, doing what I do a lot: the pat-bounce-rock-walk amongst the mess in my house. If you follow the definition of Colic ("3 hours of crying per day, more than three times a week"), then I guess Simon has Colic, though he's still not anywhere near as bad a Callum was. I think back on those few months when Callum was born and I really have no idea how I survived.
Here is the calm before the storm: And the storm begins: We went on a family outing to the Pumpkin patch, (was it our first with all 5 of us? I think so). It was a lot of fun and Simon cooperated by sleeping the whole time. Callum and Max made their pumpkin choices very differently: while Callum couldn't find the perfect one, Max was overwhelmed by the awesome selection - "Look at 'dis! Look at 'dis one! Look at 'dis Mom!" was his refrain for the entire patch excursion.

Of course we had to cut the pumpkins up, and we each designed our our face - Callum wanted to be the scariest and Max wanted a happy face, while Jeff's is somewhere in between. Mine is the coolest, though (inspired by the Shrek Halloween movie)!
This year I came to a realization: just because I grew up with a mother that had no interest in Halloween at all, I don't have to be that kind of Mom. However, since I am not be the kind of Mom to actually make or sew a costume, (well, maybe in future years when I don't have a newborn to tend to), I forked out money to buy some! I happened to see costumes at Costco back in September, so I took Callum and Max with me to pick out their Halloween costumes. They wear them at least, well, pretty much everyday, so I don't really feel bad about spending $20 on a Knight in Shining Armour costume, or the most adorable astronaut costume ever. I dressed up for our church party the Saturday before while Jeff dressed up on the Monday to take them trick or treating with our neighbours.

Quick, he's sleeping - I'll Blog.

Not too much to say since we have spent a lot of time at home. Well, I have spent a lot of time sitting on the couch, trying to breastfeed and figuring out the new guy. Callum and Max are quite enamored with Simon, as you can see from the photos. Simon has his good days and bad days, good nights and bad nights - he doesn't like to be conscious much and when he is, well, he doesn't really like it. I'm trying to really enjoy this Baby-time, as it will be my last.

I'm so glad it's over.

I don't know how many times I said that last Tuesday - so glad that my pregnancy is over and so glad that the labour is over! I don't have too many pics yet and, as you can see from the announcement above, we still don't have a middle name yet either. But, at any rate, he is home and I'm so glad.

I had been feeling strange for a few days and even thought my water broke the Thursday before, but I didn't really feel real contractions until they came very sporadically all Monday night. When I woke up on Tuesday morning, I still wasn't 100% sure that the baby was going to come out that day, so Jeff went off to work and I made pancakes for Callum and Max. I'm not sure what time I figured I better call my Mom, just in case, but by the time we packed up the kids and she dropped me off at the hospital at 9:30am, I made a call to Jeff saying, "If you don't want to miss this, you better get down here ASAP."

By 9:55am, my water broke in the hallway of the maternity clinic before they even got around to assessing me. A few minutes later, my contractions were up to 3 or 4 minutes apart and the doctor decided to pay attention to me. After several exams, I was informed that the baby was breech - he was on his way out bum-first. At this point, I was told that the standard practice for breech babies was to do a C-section but, considering the rapid development of this labour and my 2 previously successful vaginal deliveries, I was a good candidate for a vaginal breech delivery. As I was scared to death of delivering this baby backwards but I was even more unimpressed with the idea of a C-section, I told them I didn't want a C-section - then I was suddenly wheeled into a delivery room where more and more doctors and nurses started to get involved and everyone seemed eager to be part of my labour. It was very different than with Callum and Max, where it was mostly just a nurse with Jeff and I for most of the labour. Anyway, there were 11 people at one point, all standing around waiting for the pushing to begin.

With no epidural and the hardest pushing I have ever done, Simon came out at 11:35am. But he is calling me now, so I better publish this post and get going...