While Lucas spends most of his time like this,
he does wake up occasionally.
He also seems to actually like playing on his tummy. I think it has something to do with his playmate.
Lucas arrived via planned c-section (he was breech) at 11:40am on Friday, May 15. He weighed in at 8lbs 6oz and was 20.5in long.
Andrew was thrilled to finally meet his little brother and, after some initial hesitation, named himself official brother cuddler.
Although he has since developed a case of Big-Brotheritis (read: flipping us the bird at every opportunity), he continues to smother love on the little one.
Lucas is, so far, a very calm and quiet baby. I’m terrified to even mention how calm he is, lest I jinx it. This shirt says it all…
You can see the rest of the Lucas pictures here, and the pictures of Andrew and Auntie Alicia’s trip to the zoo here.
The transition from one to two kids is still a little rocky, but this too will pass and times will continue to be very good.
We had a bout of 70 degree days and they made us all a little bit loopy. So, like all good northwesterners, we ripped off our pants and headed straight for the hose. Ok, just one of us did that, but it was a great start to the summer nonetheless.
Then we went in and had a warm bath.
We also conscripted my parents and got a bunch of gardening done before Lucas comes.
We got Andrew’s bean tent all set up.
And we also planted more herbs, tomatoes, zucchini, corn and strawberries!
Now if I can just remember to water them…..
Every kid says some hilarious things. I think it’s one of the compensations for putting up with the amount of utter insanity they bring to life.
Here are a few of Andrew’s latest gems:
“I’m going to tell you something good - except it is a little worrying. Grandpa buys me toys even when I haven’t filled up a chart.”
“Mommy, next time you’re in the water doing a backfloat, I’ll help you. I’ll just hold you up by your ears so you don’t sink and then I’ll just push your head down.”
Andrew: Volvo is a funny word.
Justin: I think it’s Swedish.
Andrew: It’s not Swedish. Jesus is Swedish.
“Daddy, do you know who built our toilet? I think it was Abraham Lincoln.”
Hilarious.
I need to remember that some parts of four are great.
The three of us headed down to the coast last weekend for one last getaway before life as we know it ends Lucas comes.
We had an excellent time exploring Ft Stevens State Park.
We saw, perhaps, the strangest seagull behavior ever.
I demonstrated the right way to swing on a tire swing.
And, of course, we played on the beach.
Good times. Good, good times.
The rest of our pictures are here.
We have a deal with Andrew that he can choose one sport/activity to be involved in at a time and, once swimming is done in June, he has chosen t-ball for his next activity. We took him to see some games at the local park and he is totally excited so, last weekend, we got him a mitt and started practicing in the backyard.
The only downfall? I asked him what team he wanted to be on and he said the Yankees.
I think this kid is in the wrong family.
I was so excited to take Andrew to the Mommy and Me swimming when he was 18 months old. I had these great visions of floating, womb-like, with him in the water and watching as he magically learned to swim.
And then we had the first class.
Something about the pool freaked him out. He started screaming when we entered the building and didn’t stop for the entirety of the first 30-minute class. He repeated this performance at each of the eight subsequent classes.
I don’t know if it was the smell. Or the echo. Or the vastness of the water. Maybe it was just him. He’s a touchy kid.
We made it through that session and never went back. Occasionally the thought would cross my mind, “He’s getting older. We should start swimming lessons.” But I always managed to talk myself out of it.
And then, in a fit of what may have been utter insanity, Justin and I decided that since we could fit two sessions of swimming lessons in before Lucas comes (theoretically), we should.
We had the same teacher for these lessons as we did for the Mommy and Me class those few years ago. On the first day of this class, she called Andrew’s name for roll call, made eye contact with me, and said, “Oh. It’s you.”
Yes. Yes it is.

Before every lesson he sits on the bench, wringing his hands, worrying about the water.

But he gets in and, although he doesn’t do everything the other kids do, he stays in the water without screaming or crying.

And before he realizes what is happening, he’s having fun!
By the end of the first four-week session, he’s getting his chin in the water and doing a modified back float.
We’re repeating the Preschool 1 class for the next session, but I’m counting it a success!
Imagine that! I posted something before Lucas came. Amazing.
After a brief snowstorm on April 1, spring finally decided to make her entrance. Every year, I marvel at the difference that a few sunny days can make. I don’t know why it keeps surprising me, but it does.
We took advantage of the nice weather to do some much needed yardwork and some much needed sitting in the sun.
Andrew also tried his hand at taking pictures. He’s not half bad. I guess we need to look in to getting him a camera that he can use on his own.

Yes, Andrew actually took this one.

Of course, he took this one too. Heaven forbid we don’t have a current picture of Max the Truck. And about a hundred of the sky, grass and the trees. I won’t bore you with those.

He tried to take some of my Hellabores, but they didn’t turn out so well.
Andrew is becoming quite the bike rider. Today we held time-trials at our local park and he shattered his previous record for the almost quarter-mile loop (2:12), setting a new record of 1:47. Oh yes, spring and summer are going to be very, very fun.
As I watched the automatic renewal charge for hosting this site go through my credit card the other day (and cursed the fact that I set it for an automatic renewal), it occurred to me. I haven’t updated my blog in a while. A full two months in fact.
I missed Andrew’s birthday, and the start of the third trimester of my pregnancy. (Which seems insignificant being that I don’t recall ever mentioning pregnancy here. If you’re hearing about it for the first time, you should really friend me on Facebook, I’m much more prompt with my news over there.)

Who needs cake when you can make robot shaped gingerbread cookies?

Andrew and Eva test out the HotWheels race track.

Justin and Owen kick the kids out and play with it themselves.
I failed to mention the single greatest accomplishment of my short career as a parent - the green smoothie.

2-3 cups of spinach or chard! One small step for picky eaters, one huge leap for Mommy-kind.
I forgot to whine and complain about the fact that Spring is losing her fight with Winter.

This was taken on March 10. What the hell?
And I didn’t tell you the weird thrill that this gave me.
Remember that this is the boy who still refuses to finger paint because, “It’s too messy on my hands.” So you can understand my small sigh relief when he did something so normally four. There was a much larger sigh of relief that it was on his arms and not the walls or floor. I don’t know if I’m ready for that just yet.
I think that covers the last two months.
I may or may not see you before Lucas is born at the end of May. (Did I mention it’s a boy?)
Cheers!