Thursday, August 28, 2014

my ten pound baby

Well, hello there. We've been gone, flying on planes and introducing Clara to Saskatchewan. I will post some pictures of all of her prairie adventures, in between prepping Joe for grade one, feeding my hungry baby, and listening to long, complicated stories/requests from Henry and Annie. But for now, here's a picture of the healthy TEN POUND baby. (What happened to our tiny, little newborn? Oh, that's right. I never had one.)


Sunday, August 10, 2014

doughnuts for clara

Sounds like a fundraising or awareness campaign, but really is just an excuse to eat doughnuts. We welcomed Clara with a doughnut party after Mass today... just us, our house, and a box of a dozen doughnuts. We officially welcome you, Clara! Sorry you couldn't eat the doughnuts. They were good.


Friday, August 8, 2014

Thursday, August 7, 2014

clara's first day at home







































Clara likes it here. She thinks she'll stay. Today we had waffles, went to the doctor, accessorized, slept, had a bath, and went swinging. Sounds like a nice day... who wouldn't want to live here?

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

clara jean marie

Ta da! Here is our baby! Clara waited until just after Annie's birthday was done (literally... it was midnight) and then she started showing (some very painful) signs that she was ready to come. So after packing up our kids and delivering them to Nanny and Grandpa's house, a speedy drive to the hospital, and a very short wait in the delivery room where she was delivered by the anesthesiologist (wait - what? you were supposed to give me an epidural, not a baby), Clara Jean Marie entered the world at 2:43 a.m. on Tuesday, August 5.

Before a gigantic dumping of pictures, here are my tired-brain bulleted points on our sweet little girl:
- she's our biggest baby, weighing 8 pounds, 11 ounces, and measuring 20.5 inches long (Joe is next up at 7 pounds, 14 ounces). Apparently, she enjoyed all the ice cream and cinnamon buns that I was enjoying while being pregnant.
- her middle names are in honour of her Grammie (Helen Jean) and Nanny (Mary Alfreda). Her first name was debated for a long time... it has no family connection but is one that we liked, links her to St. Clare of Assisi, and, ultimately, stood up to David's sports announcer voice test (where he says "Clara Kantor" in a deep voice, like he's colour commentating something at the Olympics).
- the kids LOVE her. We have already broken up fights over who gets to hold her next. And Annie is under the impression that we have given this baby to her, her two favourite expressions upon seeing Clara being, "MINE!" and "I hold it!"
- this is our first night at home with her, so we'll see what a sleep schedule looks like without all the hospital interruptions. Fingers crossed that I remember how to do all this nighttime stuff.
- David is awesome. Well, first of all, David's parents are awesome for looking after Joe, Henry, and Annie for two full days. And now David is being awesome... giving me time to rest and serving me hand and foot, all with a smile on his face. I feel as though I have won the grand prize in some sort of husband lottery or awesome daddy reality show.
- Clara is sweet, sweet, sweet. She is patient with her doting siblings and she squeaks while she sleeps. I have called her Annie about one-million times, but she is patient with me and all is forgiven.
- And now, here she is:






































And this shall be my crazy life...

inside baby...

... is now outside.

Monday, August 4, 2014

celebrating annie

today we celebrated our 2-year-old with...




























































































prezzies / playing with prezzies / big smiles / napping time (not pictured) / mommy and daddy's undivided attention at a restaurant supper, just the three of them / birthday ice cream / cuddles with Nanny and Grandpa / refreshing rain

We had a restful and peaceful and joyful day, and it looks like Annie will have her birthday all to herself. Inside Baby, very thoughtfully, is waiting to be born another day.