Monday, February 27, 2012
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Round and Round and Round We're Dancing!
Had some fun this morning before Church that just had to be shared.
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Happy Valentine's Day!
After driving Daddy to work with Mommy and Charlotte, Malachi came out of the car reluctantly, because he wanted to keep driving until he got to his friends’ house, and get out there. What he didn’t know was that his friends were coming to his house. His Mommy tried to explain this to him several times, and in several different ways. Still, he cried and followed her around the house, insisting that she should bring him to his friends house right away. After Mommy threatened a couple of times to put him in bed if he didn’t quit crying about it, he changed the subject:
“Cheerios!”
“We’re out of Cheerios, but you can have Kix!”
“No, Cheerios!”
“We’re out of Cheerios. See?” (Hands him the empty bag he just finished off the same morning.)
“Cheerios! Yay!”
“The Cheerios bag is empty, see? There’s nothing in it.” (Reaches his hand in.) “But we have Kix and they’re yummy too. You can have some of those.” (Mommy looks in the cupboard.)
“No! Wants a apple juice!” (Pointing to the open cupboard.)
“Oh my goodness. We don’t have apple juice either.” (Puzzled, having never kept anything yielding apple juice in the cupboard. Except maybe cups.)
“Cheerios!” (Finds the bowl of milk on the table with a few soggy Cheerios in it from breakfast, and tries to spoon some milk from that bowl into the Cheerios bag he is still holding. Mommy intercepts the spoon.)
“O.K. You can have those.” (Puts baby Charlotte down and puts him into his booster seat.)
He picks out every last Cheerio with his fingers as Mommy gets ready for her next move. She brings the new box of Kix over and opens it next to him.
“Do you want some of these?” (Pours him a bowl full at the first sign of assent.)
He begins eating immediately. Mommy sits down to type a little blog about her experience until she no longer feels like smacking his overtired, ungrateful, little tracero.
“Candy!”
(Oy-vay!)
“Cheerios!”
“We’re out of Cheerios, but you can have Kix!”
“No, Cheerios!”
“We’re out of Cheerios. See?” (Hands him the empty bag he just finished off the same morning.)
“Cheerios! Yay!”
“The Cheerios bag is empty, see? There’s nothing in it.” (Reaches his hand in.) “But we have Kix and they’re yummy too. You can have some of those.” (Mommy looks in the cupboard.)
“No! Wants a apple juice!” (Pointing to the open cupboard.)
“Oh my goodness. We don’t have apple juice either.” (Puzzled, having never kept anything yielding apple juice in the cupboard. Except maybe cups.)
“Cheerios!” (Finds the bowl of milk on the table with a few soggy Cheerios in it from breakfast, and tries to spoon some milk from that bowl into the Cheerios bag he is still holding. Mommy intercepts the spoon.)
“O.K. You can have those.” (Puts baby Charlotte down and puts him into his booster seat.)
He picks out every last Cheerio with his fingers as Mommy gets ready for her next move. She brings the new box of Kix over and opens it next to him.
“Do you want some of these?” (Pours him a bowl full at the first sign of assent.)
He begins eating immediately. Mommy sits down to type a little blog about her experience until she no longer feels like smacking his overtired, ungrateful, little tracero.
“Candy!”
(Oy-vay!)
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Charlotte Sophia Nance
Mom's mass email 9/14/2001:
I know that may of you have been waiting for an update and I apologize for any anxiety this may have caused. The days have passed without me being aware of which day it is. This afternoon I asked Ashley what day it was. I was surprised to hear that it was Wednesday!
Ashley came home yesterday from the hospital. Baby Charlotte is still in the Baby ICU and doing VERY well. For the first two days after she was born, she was being fed intravenously and receiving humidified air through a breathing tube. She has been a model patient and has not given us any major cause for concern. Yesterday they took her off the breathing treatment and dressed her in a little green sleeper. The doctor has said she is doing quite well.
Charlotte needs to be able to digest 3 [oz] of her mother's milk before she can be released from the hospital. She has been able to digest 1 CC [mL] so far. We are optimistic that she will be able to come home by this weekend.
Every day, Ashley is able to go to the hospital for what they call "touch time." Premature babies have a difficult time handling too much stimulation, so Ashley can only touch the baby every four hours. (which is much easier when you're in the hospital too rather than 45 minutes away. We only go once a day.). During "touch time" Ashley changes Charlotte's diaper, cuddles her, and kisses her. Ashley said she would like me to have the chance to hold Charlotte tomorrow when we go.
Malachi is doing well in spite of all the excitement around him. I don't think Charlotte is real to him yet, but his parent's have been talking to him about his new little sister and teaching him her name. It'll be interesting to see what he does when the baby comes home and inhabits his space.
I know that may of you have been waiting for an update and I apologize for any anxiety this may have caused. The days have passed without me being aware of which day it is. This afternoon I asked Ashley what day it was. I was surprised to hear that it was Wednesday!
Ashley came home yesterday from the hospital. Baby Charlotte is still in the Baby ICU and doing VERY well. For the first two days after she was born, she was being fed intravenously and receiving humidified air through a breathing tube. She has been a model patient and has not given us any major cause for concern. Yesterday they took her off the breathing treatment and dressed her in a little green sleeper. The doctor has said she is doing quite well.
Charlotte needs to be able to digest 3 [oz] of her mother's milk before she can be released from the hospital. She has been able to digest 1 CC [mL] so far. We are optimistic that she will be able to come home by this weekend.
Every day, Ashley is able to go to the hospital for what they call "touch time." Premature babies have a difficult time handling too much stimulation, so Ashley can only touch the baby every four hours. (which is much easier when you're in the hospital too rather than 45 minutes away. We only go once a day.). During "touch time" Ashley changes Charlotte's diaper, cuddles her, and kisses her. Ashley said she would like me to have the chance to hold Charlotte tomorrow when we go.
Malachi is doing well in spite of all the excitement around him. I don't think Charlotte is real to him yet, but his parent's have been talking to him about his new little sister and teaching him her name. It'll be interesting to see what he does when the baby comes home and inhabits his space.
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Thursday, April 28, 2011
So how are you guys doing these days?
Excerpts from an email David wrote (with some tidbits from me added afterward):
Things are going alright here, over all, though this has been one of the more challenging times in our lives. I've moved to Georgia where I've spent the last month looking for work, so far without apparent success. Ashley and Malachi are still in the Glens Falls area, now living with her parents, while I'm looking for work.
Malachi has started to speak, and he has a vocabulary that consists mostly of English and Chinese, though it's clear that he understands Spanish, as well. He can also identify a number of common farm animals by pictures and the sounds they make. He's learned to walk, and is now tall enough to reach counter tops. He also likes to climb things, which keeps Ashley very busy (he climbed half-way up the dog kennel and got stuck once - that's the only thing he's only tried to climb once); and he can open doors that have handle-style mechanisms, though he hasn't yet figured out knobs.
Living in Georgia has its challenges; I was lucky enough to have a place to stay-- Ashley has an old roommate who is from here, and I'm staying with that family.
I'm gradually coming to terms with the fact that what I do doesn't fit into any job descriptions. The more I go out and present myself to prospective employers (as yet, I haven't had a single actual interview), what I'm finding more and more is that many people could use my skill set, but very few are willing to pay for it right now. The kind of standardized, homogenized workplaces that I've been looking at simply aren't equipped at this juncture to put my skills as a researcher/knowledge synthesizer/information presenter to work in-house. It seems likely that, to find a niche where I can compete for work, I'm going to have to look into specialty markets, like consulting firms, or invent a job, or figure out how to go into business for myself.
That's a summary of our life right now. We've felt confirmation that we'll make it through this, and that we'll find the employment we need. Patience is hard, though, sometimes.
We love you. (Thank you for caring about and praying for us.)
Things are going alright here, over all, though this has been one of the more challenging times in our lives. I've moved to Georgia where I've spent the last month looking for work, so far without apparent success. Ashley and Malachi are still in the Glens Falls area, now living with her parents, while I'm looking for work.
Malachi has started to speak, and he has a vocabulary that consists mostly of English and Chinese, though it's clear that he understands Spanish, as well. He can also identify a number of common farm animals by pictures and the sounds they make. He's learned to walk, and is now tall enough to reach counter tops. He also likes to climb things, which keeps Ashley very busy (he climbed half-way up the dog kennel and got stuck once - that's the only thing he's only tried to climb once); and he can open doors that have handle-style mechanisms, though he hasn't yet figured out knobs.
Living in Georgia has its challenges; I was lucky enough to have a place to stay-- Ashley has an old roommate who is from here, and I'm staying with that family.
I'm gradually coming to terms with the fact that what I do doesn't fit into any job descriptions. The more I go out and present myself to prospective employers (as yet, I haven't had a single actual interview), what I'm finding more and more is that many people could use my skill set, but very few are willing to pay for it right now. The kind of standardized, homogenized workplaces that I've been looking at simply aren't equipped at this juncture to put my skills as a researcher/knowledge synthesizer/information presenter to work in-house. It seems likely that, to find a niche where I can compete for work, I'm going to have to look into specialty markets, like consulting firms, or invent a job, or figure out how to go into business for myself.
That's a summary of our life right now. We've felt confirmation that we'll make it through this, and that we'll find the employment we need. Patience is hard, though, sometimes.
We love you. (Thank you for caring about and praying for us.)
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