Tiny Tidbits, Part 3

Already have one for today. I will let you figure out the interpretation. At breakfast:

"Mom, when I will be sick again, I will have the die-nah-ree-na?"

Tiny Tidbits, Part 2

Nancy didn't say anything funny yesterday, so I'll use one from last week:

"Mom, who will be our new daddy when our Daddy dies?"

Tiny Tidbits, Part 1

Every day Nancy Rose says something worth repeating. This week, I hope to post one quotable per day. Here is Sunday's:

"Moooooom!!! I have a booger in my mouth!"

It's official; we have a nose-picker.

Trying to Understand....

Nancy: "Mom, are you nursing?"

Me: "Yes."

N: "Are you a nurse?"

Me: "No."

N: "Are you a Mommy?"

Me: "Yes."

N: "Are you a Mommy pretending to be a nurse?"

I know, sweet girl. So confusing.

Bringing Thomas Home

I've been spending my time in between feedings deciding if I will go to the bathroom, take a shower, brush my teeth or eat. There is little time to do much else. I have manage to pull a weed or two on my way to the mailbox, and the girls and I made necklaces this afternoon to kill time before Daddy got home. Is it really true that boys are more high maintenance as babies than girls? I'm starting to believe it. He is cuddly, though, and I take every chance I can get to let him sleep in my arms (when I'm not too busy coveting sleep myself).

We've had amazing help from friends bringing food and groceries and carpooling for us so that I can truly stay here and rest and take care of the kids as much as possible, and for that I am so thankful! I could not do it without them! And for a totally capable and competent husband that knows the drill inside and out and just takes charge. I wake up from a nap on the sofa, and look over and see stacks of neatly folded laundry and a sleeping babe in the bassinet, a quite baseball game on in the background. These days are truly precious.

Tomorrow, remind me that I said all that....

Poppa's the Man.

Kate's homemade birth announcement.

Mommy #2 and Mommy #3 keeping watch.

Introducing Thomas to the Gainors on Skype! Definitely a highlight for me!

Aunt Carol, with cousins Paige, McKenzie and Lauren.

McKenzie and and Zach with Thomas

A hopeful cousin Zach. Just wait a couple of years, Buddy. You'll have so much fun!

Uncle Scott, Ryan's brother, trying to taint Thomas's orange blood with a little mountaineer. We're okay with that.

My grandmother, "Monie", and her first meeting with great-grandbaby #7.

Sweet Dreams....

Charles Thomas Burns Arrives!

Charles "Thomas" Burns arrived on May 24, 2010 at 2:13pm. He weighed 7 lb. and 10 oz. and was 20 1/4". I'm putting this up mainly because people keep asking for more pictures, so I'll start with our hospital moments and progress as we add more pictures of our little man.

I was induced, a platelet count thing, so Ryan and I woke up at 4am on Monday morning, had breakfast at 4:45, and were off. It was weird waiting around to be put into major pain, dining on eggs and toast with coffee in a quiet house before we went to change our lives. We'd never experienced the "this is the day our lives will change" due date, it was hard for me to wrap my brain around.

Had a great experience at the hospital, and we are settling into somewhat of a routine that includes lots of tv for the girls, lots of naps for Thomas, phone calls and cards and meals from sweet and thoughtful friends and family. This time is going by quickly, he is already 8 days old.

Ryan's mug was a Christmas gift from Kate, mine a gift from my friend Brandy when Kate was born.

I love this picture. I think he liked the bath, as long as he was snuggled on his tummy!

Going home.

What Happens in Bed, Stays in Bed.

Nancy sleeps with a menagerie of animals, somewhere between 7 to 12 at a time. Most of the time they are all sanctioned to the foot of the bed, save for one chosen one for the evening that gets to cuddle with her. A few times we have found her surrounded by all of them, stuffed under the covers at her feet:

We have had a few crazy weeks here in the Burns home, to the point where our 6 year old asked us the other night at dinner, "Why are we always so busy, always going here and there and doing stuff?" Nancy can't quite express her frustrations so kindly and verbally, but we think after what we saw last night, she is trying to send us a message: