Saturday, December 27, 2008

The New Finn Tradition


I got this idea from Finn's Aunt K.C. She had a friend who's son was born near Christmas and they made a tradition of taking his picture every year with the same stocking. So, here is Finn's first Christmas stocking photo. :)

Friday, December 26, 2008

Santa

My last day of work was last Thursday on "Polar Express Day." We all wear jammies, the kids get hot cocoa and watch Polar Express and Santa drops of school shirts to all the students.
My 2nd graders came in and I was peeking my head out the door to talk to an across the hall teacher.


"Raise your hand if you think Santa is dead!" a kid hollers. Little 7 year old hands shoot up all over my art room.


Grr! NO Bad mojo in MY ART ROOM!

Mrs. Moran: " You are upsetting me when you talk like that! SANTA is NOT DEAD, so quit even talking about it. If you don't believe in HIM, he won't believe in you." ( I wonder if I can get into trouble talking about Santa like I could if I talked about Jesus?)

This was my first year to be a Santa. My oldest is 3 and she is really getting into Santa's visit, the North poll and the nice and naughty list and all. Brian and I got to set up the living room after she went to bed. (I hope she never finds my blog after she learns to read, or I'm in trouble!) I can definitely say that although its exciting to be a child and wait for Santa, its even more fun to be Santa to your child. I can't explain it. It's amazing. To see their face light up when they open the toys they have wanted so much. One of Ella's was an aquaglobe. She's been asking for one for almost a whole year. It was the first commercial she saw that she actually asked for what was being advertised.

I guess the good thing is, that even though my kids will grow up and realize Santa is "living" through the spirit of people's giving, I hope they learn that Christ was born on Christmas and he still lives through God's giving. I pray that I instill that in them.

Monday, December 22, 2008

Happy Birthday, Finn!


Finn is here!


1 day old! (Daddy bought that bink!)



Sunday, December 21, 2008

Just two drops...

I went for my last visit to the OB on Thursday. Before I left, my nurse practioner made a comment to me when I asked her about my placenta previa. "If you see EVEN just TWO drops of bright red blood, you need to come into Labor and Delivery and get them to look you over.

I heard these words in my head again at about 10:00 on Friday night. (My day of bedrest.) I got ready for bed, went to the bathroom and there they were, the two drops. I thought about ignoring it, because I didn't have any contractions, but I couldn't help it. I had to go in.

How was I to know that nearly an hour after midnight, I'd have my son to hold in my arms! I should have, seeing as he came without warning into my life, why would his entrance into the rest of the world me any different?

Finnian Patrick Moran was born at 12:49 am on Saturday, December 20. He is 8 lb 8 oz and 20.5 inches long. He has a sweet nature like his big sister Ella and looks like his other big sister Ainslie. Well, actually it looks like Brian's head with Ain's round face put on the bottom of it. I see a likening to Mr. Potatohead, myself -- but in a cute way!

Pictures will be here as soon as I can locate my cord that will download them from the computer to the laptop.

Thanks for all your prayers!

Friday, December 19, 2008

1 Day of "bedrest"

I went for my weekly check up yesterday. I had protein in my urine and my BP was so high, they took blood and told me NOT to go to work today. (They don't want a reoccurance of what happened with my pregnancy with Ella, I suppose.) However, it wasn't the laid back, pleasant day you might envision. My poor Baby sitter's daughter came down with STREP, so I kept the girls home with me. Yeah, bed rest just AIN'T what it was 4 years ago when I was a MOTHER TO BE. hm....

I went for my PRE OP blood work tonight. I'll report for my "Graduation" (as my nurse practitioner called it) around 10 on Monday morning.

Please pray for our family.

1. No one gets strep.
2. The girls are OK at my Mom's.
3. My Mom survives.
4. The Boy has a healthy and safe arrival
5. He gets some sort of name... ah!
6. I recover quickly
7. Oh, and I get some sort of Christmas shopping done in between getting ready for all of the baby stuff!

Saturday, December 13, 2008

Tag, I'm It!

(I was challenged by my SIL to do this, so here goes!)

1. Open the 4th folder in your computer.
2. Choose the 4th picture in the folder and post in in your blog.
3. Describe the picture.
4. Tag 4 people.

"Green Bear"

This is one of the babies my oldest daughter Ella first toted around EVERYWHERE. I took this picture this summer, while we were having a walk-thru of our new house. I was being silly, but thought I might use it one day in a scrapbook or something to remind her the time she was attached to the "super trio:" Green Bear, Baby (a pink little rattle bear) and purple blankie. Purple Blankie was made by Brian's cousin and given to me at my shower before Ella was even born. She is still somewhat attached to it. But, for a while, El wouldn't go anywhere without the three.

I Tag:
Rhonda, Kahla and KC!

Thursday, December 11, 2008

SNOW!

I CAN'T BELIEVE IT SNOWED HERE YESTERDAY! It started on my way home from work. I rushed to daycare, grabbed the girls, ran in the house and bundled them up as fast as I could. I knew it wouldn't last long! Besides, I have to use these heavy coats that Grandma got the girls at least ONCE before they outgrow them. :) Here are some pictures I got! Enjoy!







Ainslie the Wildcat!

Ainslie had her tubes put in her ears today. After her lil' "relaxer" she took a while to get "relaxed" and opted for fighting it. Trying to get down out of Daddy's lap and check things out. If only she would have been like Lil' Charlie across the pre-op area and have gone down happy and quiet. No, Ain had to try to "drug" him under the table so to speak. After she finally DID go out, they rolled her to the operating room.

A short time later they called us back and Dr. Stark told us what to expect and how to deal with the new tubes. He said he'd come get us shortly after Ainslie was awake so we could see her. About 3 minutes after he walked out our little counseling room I heard something that sounded like part "Yeti/Wildcat/Ainslie" but mostly wildcat, SCREAMING down the hall. "I think that was Ain," I told Brian. He laughed.

Ok, were NOT CRUEL parents. But, it is much better to hear a noise that your child usually makes when she is angry instead of hearing sobbing noises of "hurt." So, our Ain was just being our Ain. I guess it was reassuring for us in a way. They called for us to go to her. Her face was extremely red from screaming and after trying to get her to calm down with no avail, we finally left. (She did drink some milk, so that was a good sign.)

The only thing that finally calmed her down was the little piece of candy cane I let her suck on in the car while we dropped her prescription off at Walgreens and ordered her breakfast at Sonic. She gladly ate the tater tots, but NOT from MY hand. They had to be eaten from her own hand.
Just like Ainslie to do things on her on terms.

After a 2 hour nap at home, she woke extremely happy with a smile on her face, asking for Edda. (This is Ella.) :) So, hopefully this tube thing is really going to help her out. Thanks for all the prayers!

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Do You know what I mean?

When I say I was playing "heads or tails" with my toilet bowl yesterday?
Um, well if you don't, lucky you. I must admit. It took 30 years for me to experience that kind of illness and I hope it takes AT LEAST another 30 years before I experience it again. Hopefully I won't be 2 weeks away from having a baby either.

guh.

no pictures available, or wanted for that matter!

Friday, December 5, 2008

Bleeding Heart. Bleeding Nose?

As I was flipping through the channels this past weekend, I came upon "Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer" on T.V.

"Stop here, Mommy. I want to watch this," Ella told me.

I was getting excited that she wanted to watch a great old holiday classic. We came in on the part where Rudolph is trying out the reindeer games for the first time. His nose was covered in black and he was talking funny. Then it started making that "woo woo" noise. The black part popped off and shone bright red. (We all know how this goes, right?) The other reindeer start making fun of him and even Santa gives him the cold shoulder.

"I don't want to watch this anymore, Mommy."
"Why, Ella? Don't worry, they are making fun of him, but he's OK, just watch."
"No, his nose is bleeding, I don't want to watch it anymore."
"Ella, his nose is shining like a light bulb. But, he's gonna help Santa, keep watching."
"Oh, no Mommy, his nose is bleeding. I don't want to watch it anymore."

ME:

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I have 2 lovely daughters and 2 handsome sons, who keep me very busy and a husband who keeps me grounded. I received my BA in Graphic Design Communication in 2003. A year and a half later after working in corporate America as a graphic designer and living through my OWN REAL LIFE "OFFICE SPACE" I got certified as art teacher. I have been teaching since the fall of 2004.