Soren is becoming a regular Will Rogers with his keen observations. Here's an example. While driving the other day, we were passed by this Toyota pickup with a 6 ft. lift kit and 80" tires. It was listing badly to one side and would likely have rolled over had there been a 5 mph crosswind. Soren described this vehicle as a "smooth road Monster Truck."
Soren has recently been using a piece of ribbon as his "fishing stick" for catching his toys. Yesterday, he caught a small, articulated George W. Bush doll with his fishing stick and announced that we would be having "man meat for dinner."
Several weeks ago, Soren asked for dessert. I told him he could have some grapes, to which he responded in disgust, "No! Those are just vitamins!"
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
The Radical Middler
Preben Everett is one month old today. He went to see Dr. Judy for a check up and evaluation of a particularly nasty case of diaper rash. She prescribed more Butt Paste for the rash. There's not much else that can be done for such a prolific pooper as P.E.O. They also took the following measurements:
height/length: 21.5"
weight: 9 lbs 15 oz.
That puts him right at the 50% mark.
height/length: 21.5"
weight: 9 lbs 15 oz.
That puts him right at the 50% mark.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
El Pronto
Well, we're three weeks into this thing. So, I believe it's now time for all comers to gather round for story of Preben Everett Olsen's spectacular arrival on the scene....
During the course of her pregnancy, Katherine was given a handful of due dates between June 24th and June 30th. They all came and went with various false alarms and rabbit trails to nowhere. Then, in the wee hours of the morning on June 30th, Katherine's water broke...she thought. As this seemed like just another unremarkable occurrence in a whole string of ultimately unremarkable occurrences over the prior week, she decided to go back to sleep. At approximately 5:41 a.m. she had what felt like a real contraction; that is, it hurt. I grabbed paper and pen to start timing the contractions. We figured, in light of Katherine's 25-hr. labor with Soren, that we'd be doing this for a while.
Katherine's second contraction came at around 5:50, the next one at 5:55, the next at 5:57, then one unending contraction. She was in extraordinary pain, and we spent the next hour trying to get her dressed, down the stairs and into the car. The hospital is about 5-7 minutes from the house. I knew she couldn't walk, and sensed that we didn't have much time. I overestimated.
I pulled the car up at the front door the new Bill and Barbara Richardson Pavilion at UNMH and ran in to get help and a wheelchair. It took me a couple of minutes to find the emergency room. Once there, I explained the situation to a charge nurse who had just started his shift. I then ran back toward the car with a couple of nurses and a wheelchair in tow. I rounded the corner into the main lobby and saw, through the sliding glass doors, Katherine crouching in the car in a panic. We got to the car and I couldn't get the damn door unlocked. I finally got it open, whereupon Katherine announced that the baby was coming. The charge nurse tried to assure her that it may feel like it, but that she wasn't delivering baby yet. He was wrong. Katherine assured us that the baby's head was out. She was right. We lifted her into the wheelchair, she pushed once, and the nurse caught the poor little blue baby right there on the sidewalk in front of UNMH at approximately 7:05 a.m.
I threw my shirt onto Katherine and the baby. The baby started crying - a good sign - and we frantically set off in the direction of the labor and delivery ward. Whereupon two of the nursed commenced to arguing about some clinical issue and the location of the labor and delivery ward. It must have been quite a spectacle - a gaggle of nurses, me shirtless in shorts covered with blood and amniotic fluid, and Katherine and the little baby connected by an umbilical cord.
We made it - finally - to the labor and delivery floor. A horde of doctors and nurses set upon Katherine and the baby whilst I hyperventilated in the corner of the room. It was quickly determined that both mother and baby were healthy and the whole crew abandoned us for some other emergency. So, there we were, the three of us in a hospital room, as if none of the above-described insanity had ever occurred.
One other detail - my mother (Goggy) and Soren slept through all the screaming, packing, dressing, and related noise we were making in frantically trying to get out of the house! That's probably a good thing.
Soren and Goggy came to visit that evening, and they let us go home the next day.
So, now we gots kids. Beautiful boys.
During the course of her pregnancy, Katherine was given a handful of due dates between June 24th and June 30th. They all came and went with various false alarms and rabbit trails to nowhere. Then, in the wee hours of the morning on June 30th, Katherine's water broke...she thought. As this seemed like just another unremarkable occurrence in a whole string of ultimately unremarkable occurrences over the prior week, she decided to go back to sleep. At approximately 5:41 a.m. she had what felt like a real contraction; that is, it hurt. I grabbed paper and pen to start timing the contractions. We figured, in light of Katherine's 25-hr. labor with Soren, that we'd be doing this for a while.
Katherine's second contraction came at around 5:50, the next one at 5:55, the next at 5:57, then one unending contraction. She was in extraordinary pain, and we spent the next hour trying to get her dressed, down the stairs and into the car. The hospital is about 5-7 minutes from the house. I knew she couldn't walk, and sensed that we didn't have much time. I overestimated.
I pulled the car up at the front door the new Bill and Barbara Richardson Pavilion at UNMH and ran in to get help and a wheelchair. It took me a couple of minutes to find the emergency room. Once there, I explained the situation to a charge nurse who had just started his shift. I then ran back toward the car with a couple of nurses and a wheelchair in tow. I rounded the corner into the main lobby and saw, through the sliding glass doors, Katherine crouching in the car in a panic. We got to the car and I couldn't get the damn door unlocked. I finally got it open, whereupon Katherine announced that the baby was coming. The charge nurse tried to assure her that it may feel like it, but that she wasn't delivering baby yet. He was wrong. Katherine assured us that the baby's head was out. She was right. We lifted her into the wheelchair, she pushed once, and the nurse caught the poor little blue baby right there on the sidewalk in front of UNMH at approximately 7:05 a.m.
I threw my shirt onto Katherine and the baby. The baby started crying - a good sign - and we frantically set off in the direction of the labor and delivery ward. Whereupon two of the nursed commenced to arguing about some clinical issue and the location of the labor and delivery ward. It must have been quite a spectacle - a gaggle of nurses, me shirtless in shorts covered with blood and amniotic fluid, and Katherine and the little baby connected by an umbilical cord.
We made it - finally - to the labor and delivery floor. A horde of doctors and nurses set upon Katherine and the baby whilst I hyperventilated in the corner of the room. It was quickly determined that both mother and baby were healthy and the whole crew abandoned us for some other emergency. So, there we were, the three of us in a hospital room, as if none of the above-described insanity had ever occurred.
One other detail - my mother (Goggy) and Soren slept through all the screaming, packing, dressing, and related noise we were making in frantically trying to get out of the house! That's probably a good thing.
Soren and Goggy came to visit that evening, and they let us go home the next day.
So, now we gots kids. Beautiful boys.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Thursday, July 10, 2008
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