Sunday, March 31, 2013

Happy Easter!

He is Risen, Indeed!  Not sure where Easter eggs fit into all of that...but Griffin and I dyed Easter eggs for the first time this year.  Well, dyed is an overstatement.  More like tinted?

Anyway....


 We got out snacks, added the tablets to water (it said vinegar for bold colors and water for pastels....by pastels they meant barely visible).
 We also got out plan b, just in case the dying didn't work....
 We were patient, though it didn't help.
 Griffin wanted so badly to eat the eggs so it was good we had pretzels out instead.
 
After like twenty minutes in the dye....here's what they looked like.  The red gave us the pink-ish one which is really the only identifiable color.
 
So we got out the hairdryer and used the shrink wraps....though most of the eggs were too fat (so the football only wrap is more like a hat).
 When all else fails, just give the kid an egg to peel.   That lasted about 10 minutes!

 And when you still want to decorate eggs and you're working with a toddler, just get out the stickers.  Which is what we probably should have done from the beginning:).

 
Happy Easter!  We're off to church, brunch and to hunt for some eggs!

Friday, March 29, 2013

Throwback Thursday....Anniversary Edition (a day late:)

Well, I'm a day late in getting this out.  On both accounts: #tbt and our anniversary.  I've already noticed that my usually on-time-ness has turned to usually 10-minutes-late-ness.  Ugh. 

Anyway, March 28th, 2013 was our 5th wedding anniversary!  Plus the 8 1/2 years leading up to our wedding, we've now been together for over 13 years.  That is crazy.  Considering we just had a baby, we have a two year old, we just celebrated my birthday, we've got dinner club this weekend and we're going on a vacation soon...we decided to do a quick dinner out the two of us, no muss, no fuss, no gifts (well Nate hit the jackpot on flowers this year:).  Thankfully Nanny and Pa came over and took both kiddos so we could escape for a few hours and it was wonderful.

Since our anniversary was yesterday (on Thursday) I wanted to honor it with some throwback photos....

This one has nothing to do with me, but it's Nate at 1 year old....can you see a resemblance to our little man Griff?


Here's Nate at 9 years old...I couldn't find one from when we were 5...which was when we first met.  We were in the same kindergarten class together and spent the rest of elementary, middle and high school in the same buildings.

Here he is when we first started dating.  Fall of our sophomore year.  A friend of mine and I made those T-shirts so the boys could have a Saturday football scrimmage.  That's dedication.  And then an actual football picture....pretty sure he caught that for a touchdown:).

Here we are going to our junior semi-formal.

And, junior prom.....
 
 Senior semi-formal...

 Senior prom....
 
I love to take pictures.  They don't have to be perfect, professional or posed....but this is why I take them.  Now I can look back and I have the moments worth remembering pictured, so we can actually remember them.   So what's the moral of the story after looking back at these?  Always take time for pictures (and don't over pluck your eyebrows teenage ladies:).
 
This last picture was taken in our last class of our last day of high school.  Zoology with Mrs. Olson.  We had our first day of elementary school together, and our last day of high school together.  We dated for the last 3 years of high school, 4 years of college and 1 more year before getting engaged and now we've been married for 5.  If it looks like I'm head over heels in love in these pictures, it's because I was, and am soooo in love with my high school sweetheart and couldn't be more blessed to have spent the last 5 years calling him my husband.

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Brotherly Love

I know most moms of newborns say this, but I am in love.  I am sooo in love with my daughter, Hattie.  I am so in love with my son, Griffin.  (I'm also sooo in love with my husband:).  But what caught me off-guard with this whole two kids thing, was how much I am in love with the two of them loving each other.
Griffin adores Hattie.  It's been almost a month now, so I think the newness of it all has worn off, and what's left is really that he loves her.  He cares about her and when she cries he wants me to feed, burp, change her or pick her up.  He wonders where she is when he wakes up and doesn't see her.  He wants to hold her.

She too lights up when she hears his voice.  Especially his laugh.  When he's really belly laughing, she looks around as if she's trying to find him.  He plays a game with her too when she's waking up and as soon as they lock eyes, he says, "there's Griffy, Hattie, there he is Hattie!"
He wants to show-off for her.  Any activity that he's doing (shooting hoops, eating, building a tower, running) lasts twice as long if we just tell him that Hattie is watching.  He even yells as he's doing his nighttime sprints, "WHOAH Hattie, Griffy running fast!"

He's still learning how to be gentle.  And I certainly would never leave him alone with her because he's a two-year old (almost) and just doesn't get it.  But with supervision he is an amazing little helper.  He loves to go find a "da" (pacifier) or burp towel whenever I need one, and he loves to help give her a da, bring her a blanket, wipe her face when she sneezes and pat her back to help burp her.  He even gives her kisses.


I really am absolutely amazed at how well he has handled having a baby sister so far.  I know that regressions may come (and are normal), but so far I'm shocked.  Not that I thought he would be mean to her, but I did think he'd be more jealous.  He's so patient with her and me.  If he wants to go downstairs and I'm feeding Hattie, I just tell him that as soon as I'm done feeding her we can go down.  And he doesn't bat an eye, just plays with something else until I'm ready.  I'm trying to in turn tell her that she has to wait when I'm doing something with Griffin so that he sees that she has to wait for him too. 

One of his favorite things to do is just lay next to her.  When he sees her sleeping somewhere, he asks to just lay by her. 

If the two of them snuggling together doesn't bring you to tears, you aren't an emotional post-partum mom who's so in love with her kids, there really aren't words to do it justice.  My heart is overflowing with love for them.  Nate and I have been sneaking into Griffin's room while he's sleeping just to catch a glimpse of our sweet little boy who has so graciously taken on his role of big brother.  Hattie is one blessed baby sister, and we are soooo blessed to be their parents.

Monday, March 25, 2013

Crib Jumping

Yup.  It happened.  Griff started crib jumping one week after Hattie was born.  I might just be naive, but I really don't think it was an attention-grabbing move, more of a I-like-to-climb-on-everything-move. 
 
It all began during one afternoon nap following a cousin playdate (and we are not blaming them for teaching him bad habits, because Levi claims he told Griff, "climbing is a bad idea, Griff.").  He went down fine, I heard him talking, singing, the usual.  Then all of the sudden I heard pitter-patter-pitter-patter (as in an elephant pitter-patter) and then, "MAMA!"  I opened the door to see him standing right there.  Smiling at me.  It shocked me a little since he had never shown any interest in climbing out of his crib, but I should have seen it coming since everything has become a stool to climbing on other things.
 
I had to think fast.  Hattie was about to wake up and eat and I didn't have time to spend an entire Griffin nap, not napping, let alone putting together his toddler bed by myself with two kiddos!  I used the first thing I could think of.  Bribery.  Lollypop bribery.  I told him if he stayed in his crib for his nap time, he would get a sucker when he woke up.  I put him back down, repeated the bribe several times and left. 
 
A few minutes later, I heard him jump again.  Run to the door.  Stop then run back to his crib.  I opened the door just in time to see him trying to climb back into bed.  He started whiny/crying, "I want to go in my bed!"  Duh, he realized no sucker as soon as his feet hit the floor!:)
 
So I put him back in and decided to give him one more chance.  He did it.  He slept, he stayed in his crib and he called for me to get him when he woke up.
 
As soon as Nate got home, I locked myself in Griff's room with the tools and toddler rail change-out stuff and got to work.  When I was done, Nate and I took Griff in to see his "Big-Boy-Bed."  He climbed right in, turned around, sat down and beamed the biggest, proudest big-boy smile.  We told him that since he is a big brother he gets a big boy bed.  The rule for the big boy bed is that when he wakes up, he has to call Mommy and Daddy before getting out of bed.  We practiced him calling for us a few times so he could get out of bed, which was so fun for him.  I also did some last minute toddler-proofing in his room (after reading this heart-wrenching post) and we put him to bed in his big boy bed.  We gave him lots of reminders about calling for Mommy and Daddy when he woke up, gave him lots of hugs and kisses and told him we were sooo proud that he got a big boy bed.
 
He did it.  Night after night, nap after nap.  The first few times, we heard him get up and then get
back in bed to call for us.  Smart boy. 
 
Then about a week after the transition, a slight regression.  A slightly hilarious regression.  About 20 minutes after I had put him down for a nap, I hear him yelling, "Mamma...I need to wash hands!"  You know what the first thought was that ran through my mind and my heart sank.  The way I wanted to spend Griffin's naptime was cleaning poop off everything.  So I interrupted feeding Hattie to go assess the situation.  I open the door to find him covered from head to toe in white goo.  The culprit?  Lotion.
I quickly got him cleaned up.  There was lotion on his face, on his hands, on his clothes, shoes, even a little on his diaper....
 
Then I snapped a few quick pics.  His room looked like a lotion-tornado had hit it.  I think my first mistake was that I hadn't closed his armoire completely.  He can't open it when it's closed, so I must have left it open.  Well, everything was taken out of its spot and subsequently covered in lotion.  His naptime was spent doing laundry, but a much cleaner variety:).
I soooo wish I would have had the forethought to take his picture before getting him cleaned up (and calling poison control), but alas my mother-instinct prevailed.

The entire debacle was hilarious and it took everything in me to keep uttering, "Oh noooo," and not bursting into laughter and joining the finger-painting fun.  He felt pretty bad.  He was very excited for the mess to be cleaned up and to get back into bed. 

This is the only real set-back as far as the toddler-bed transition has gone, and we are incredibly proud of Griffin who made the transition so well.  We had debated for a long time before Hattie came what to do about Griffin's crib/toddler bed situation.  The only advice that seemed to be pretty consistent, was "change them wayyyy before the baby comes, or wayyy after the baby comes."  Too many transitions at one time can be confusing. 

Well, we did it literally as the baby came (because once they jump, you can't keep them in a crib), and it was perfect timing for Griff.  Anytime someone comes to see the baby, Griffin gets to show them his big-boy-bed and he's soooo proud of it.  Now, a few weeks later, it's a non-issue and he really does still love his bed, loves his bedtime and loves his naps.  We are are soooo proud of our big boy Griff.

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Mall Rats

I never dreamed of how much I would appreciate Mall Play Areas.  I'm not really a "mall" person myself, as I don't really enjoy shopping.  I'm more of an online shopper, or maybe just a few trips a year.  Anyway, winter in Minnesota leaves few options "free" options, especially when the temperature is hovering around zero.

Needless to say one of our favorite pastimes has become hanging out at Mall Play areas.  The people who invented these things are geniuses.  There's a Caribou nearby and the stores surrounding the area are all toy stores, kid hair cut stores and Baby Gap.  This is one of Griff's favorite places to take his girlfriends.  Here he is with Mara, driving her around in the school bus.

And here he is driving Emma in a spaceship.



And here is a post-mall-date dinner with Charlotte.


 Oh and when we don't want to park and walk all the way into the mall, there's also a firetruck at Babies R Us, where Griff can drive Bert and Ernie....
 And lots of "tractors" at Home Depot that he loves to sit on.  While winter is allllmost over, we've definitely been a little creative lately (we just went to a store that I knew had a Thomas Train Table) with what to do when he doesn't already have a date set up.  I feel like everything out of my mouth has been, "When it gets warm....we can do_____." (golf, mowing, climbing at the park, swimming, etc.)

 
Here's hoping that spring is just around the corner, because I'm a little hesitant to try these things with two in tow....I'm much more likely to take a trip to the park two blocks away:).

Friday, March 15, 2013

Introducing...

Hadley 'Hattie' Jean Woodbury

Hattie was born Monday, February 25th at 1:56pm, weighing 8 lbs. 1 oz., measuring 20 1/2 inches and with a head circumference of 13 1/4 inches.

She is perfect in every way and we are all SO in love.  More details on her birth to come...thank you all for your prayers, love and support...we are so blessed!

Thursday, March 14, 2013

Last Hoorah

One week before Hattie's due date, Griffin, Meme and I went to the Mall of America to Nickelodeon Universe, basically an indoor amusement park.  We didn't really know what to expect and if there would even be rides that Griffin could ride on.  But, we found the Big Rig ride right away and pretty much could have bought an unlimited pass to this one ride. 


 Each time the ride came to an end, his immediate response was, "Ride the trucks, AGAIN."


 Here he is trying to concentrate on driving while I'm trying to get him to "wave to dada."  He also says he's driving a dump truck.
 We probably rode the trucks 10+ times.  Meme and I alternated and I have to admit it was pretty fun.  Even more fun to see him enjoy doing something sooo much.
 
We attempted to try a few other rides, he found a bus to sit in.... 

 And he rode a Diego Bus with Meme that ended up being a little scary.  Here he is trying to wave at me:).
 
He loved the Carousel once we convinced him to ride it (we bribed him with another turn on the trucks).
 And here he is enjoying himself on the black horse with Meme.  It was such a fun morning, a perfect way to spoil him as an only child one last time (Hattie was born 3 days later!) and definitely an experience he will be talking about for a long time.