What A Difference Being the Third Child Makes

When Henry was six weeks old, we kicked him out of our room. We (mostly Scott) were afraid that he'd get too accustomed to sleeping in our room.

When he was four months, his doctor told me I could let him cry through the night. (That's right, I'm one of those people.) So four months on the day, I steeled myself for a night of hell. It sort of was, truth be told. As usual, he started crying about three hours after going to bed. I went in to comfort him briefly after 5 minutes (without actually touching him, doctor's orders), then waited another 10 minutes, then 20, then 40, etc. And all the while, I sat outside his door "reading" a book, like a sentinel, trying to brave it out with him, every step of the way. I was dedicated. I stuck to it. And every pathetic whine broke my heart.

At 6 months on the nose I started him on cereal, waited two weeks, and slowly began introducing green veggies, then orange ones, and finally fruit (Heaven forbid the boy taste bananas before sweet potatoes), after consulting with my doctor and talking to all friends and sisters to get their input on the best way to introduce food.

For his first year I was pretty "by the book." It was for the best after all.

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Fast forward four years. At six months old, I started considering moving Abram out of our room. He's my baby, could be my last (according to my husband, bah humbug), so I'm hanging on to this one. After regressing in the sleep department I finally decided he might need to go it alone at night. The first night I tried I'm pretty sure he was the tiniest bit congested. Oh well. I'd rather bring him into my bed anyway.

But then I got serious after another week of bad sleep. He was healthy. He was getting chubbier every day ... all systems go, little man. He woke up at 2 so I walked upstairs, consoled him a little (don't tell my old doctor I actually touched him) and left the room. I turned on the bathroom fan to muffle his sad crying (more whining than actual crying), came downstairs, and thought, "Poor little guy. I know I'll just lay here straining to hear every noise he ........ zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz."

People, I lasted like 5 seconds. I'm not kidding. We didn't hear another thing from Abe until 9 in the morning.

And then there's the food. I haven't even started it.

What a Difference a Day Makes

5 years ago today God gave me the greatest gift: motherhood.

I became a mother on September 15th, 2004 at 6:57 in the morning. I still remember suddenly realizing I was alone in my room only 30 minutes after Henry was born. He had inhaled meconium during his delivery and was rushed to the NICU right after. Naturally, I sent Scott to follow him.

The sun had come up and spread a beautiful light over my room and I became overwhelmed. I felt like God had hand-delivered a gift to me that day. And then, at last, I cried.

I didn't get to really see him for a few hours and when I did, I cried again. I couldn't believe he was mine. I had this overwhelming desire to take him out of his NICU bassinet and run (or waddle) away. I believed that all he needed was me but I KNEW that all I truly needed was him.

1 Year Old

2 Years Old

3 Years Old

4 Years Old

5 Years Old

I love you Henry Murdock!

And the Winner Is ......!

Comment #3 -- CLAIRE!

CONGRATULATIONS!

To all of you who didn't win ... I'm feeling kind of generous tonight so I put the numbers in again and got a second winner ...

Comment #21 -- MANDY R!

Congrats to you too!

And now to the rest of you who didn't win, I'm still feeling generous (it's probably only because my kids are in bed and I'm feeling relaxed) and have decided to give you all a 10% discount on any of my hats in my Etsy shop!

So go to janehenry.etsy.com, place an order, in the "message to seller" box tell me the size and color you want and mention the Giveaway Loser Discount (lol!), and then I'll refund you the difference after the order goes through. Also, shipping is free right now in my shop so you're not going to get a much better deal than that!

I really wish I could just give you all one but a girl's gotta make a little money to live in a town this expensive! But thank you all for playing my little game -- I had so much fun!!!

Please come visit my Etsy shop and get yourself something cute!

Claire and Mandy, email me at celia_christensen@hotmail.com and tell me which hat you would like, what color and size, and where to send it!

Thanks again ladies!

(Just so you know, I went to Random.org to get the winning numbers. I tried to "print screen" to show you the actual result but my keyboard has never been able to do that -- so you'll just have to trust me.)

Oh, the Humanity!

Today as I was pulling out of my parking spot while running errands, an elderly man patiently waited in his car for my not-so-petite minivan to get out of his way. He smiled as he waited and then smiled and waved again as I drove past him. I just drove away thinking, "What a cute old man!"

This afternoon I found out the ski shop in Idaho Falls where I used to work has decided to take a chance on me and ordered quite a few of my hats for their store this winter.

And so, I feel like I need to pass along the good karma I've received from other human beings today, to you, all three of my readers.

Finally, the Giveaway!

I will be giving away one of my hats to one lucky commenter. All you have to do is leave me a comment. I'm not going to make you do anything because I hate those giveaways where you have to add someone's button to your blog, or tell them something funny, or jump through any type of hoop.

Just leave me a comment. That's it. The winner, who will be chosen at random, gets to choose any of my hats which can be found in my Etsy shop: janehenry.etsy.com.

p.s. Only two comments per person, please. Don't be greedy.

Now, get commenting and win yourself a cute hat! Maybe this one:



Or this, for all you ski bunnies out there!
p.p.s. I will "close" the comments on Monday evening at 9 p.m. (MST). So get 'er done before then!

Resting from our Labors

Last weekend we went to the cabin for some serious fun and relaxation. The weather was absolutely perfect, the fattening sweets were abundant, and the company was first rate. Plus, we packed in the activities.

For starters, we were able to pull out our riding boots, strap on our spurs and become a little more familiar with the equine species. Henry was in hog, or horse, heaven.




Abram was all, "Pants? You wusses insist on putting on pants to ride horses? I go pant-less, not to mention, I don't even wear shoes."


The horses were such a huge hit, even Grouchy Girl got on one. Doesn't she look thrilled?



We celebrated Henry's birthday a week early with the grandparents. That kid is so freaking spoiled!



One of his presents was a batting tee. After a little coaching from softball pro, Aunt Kate, both the kids were hitting like all-stars ... at least Henry was, Ruby ... not so much.


This one's outta here!!!

Ruby's problem was keeping her eyes open. Who knew it was difficult to hit the ball with closed eyes?

Ruby did have a sweet pair of binoculars though. Maybe she should have used those while hitting.



Poor Abram. There's nothing more degrading than being put in a baby doll stroller.



On Monday we went for what was supposed to be a leisurely hike in Yellowstone Park along the Bechler River. However, only 2 1/2 minutes into the hike, while carrying a sleepy, whiny Ruby, I pulled a pretty classic move and totally tripped! People, I fell on my face. HARD! All I can say is, our little faceplant did little to improve Ruby's whining.

At least the rest of the hike was beautiful.


His father's son, a natural hiker.

After getting over the fall, I'm pretty sure Ruby didn't even notice the beautiful scenery. She was mostly there for the licorice.