Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Bumbo Chair
I love this picture. Chase is such a happy baby...Sittin' in a "big boy" chair!
When I look at this picture, Chase reminds me so much of (my brother) Brett, when he was a baby. Brett's face was more oval, and Chase's more round, but something about that smile makes me think of Brett...
When I look at this picture, Chase reminds me so much of (my brother) Brett, when he was a baby. Brett's face was more oval, and Chase's more round, but something about that smile makes me think of Brett...
Saturday, January 27, 2007
Last November @ Whitewater
The hill opened the following weekend...Everyone was hiking and enjoying a ton of powder, including all the pups!!
Thursday, January 25, 2007
2 Hours in the hospital...
So what happened? Well to tell you the truth, (Chase is gonna love this when he is older..) Chase hadn't had a "bowel movement" in 4 days...Did you know, that it is considered "normal" if a breast-fed baby doesn't poop for a week!?!?!! Well it is. Anyhow, long story short he was screaming, and inconsolable for most of the day on Thursday. It was awful, and I was getting worried...So off we went to the hospital. Chase is ok, and he finally pooped! We were thrilled...(The things we talk about these days...)
Oh yeah...One more thing...While we were at the hospital, they weighed Chase. I thought he was 17-17.5 pounds, but I guess I was wrong!! He is just over 16! Not bad for a 3 month old!
Hope you are all well!
~Coral, Ian, Chase, & Kita
xoxo
Oh yeah...One more thing...While we were at the hospital, they weighed Chase. I thought he was 17-17.5 pounds, but I guess I was wrong!! He is just over 16! Not bad for a 3 month old!
Hope you are all well!
~Coral, Ian, Chase, & Kita
xoxo
Monday, January 22, 2007
Starting to take after Kita?
Chase is starting to give me more and more looks like this...Pure disgust with the camera!(I think Kita is teaching it to him...)
Discovering your voice...(No, not mine...)
If you look close, you can see all the new "peach fuzz" Chase is getting!! ~Awww!!
Chase in the last few days has learned a new noise...When he gets angry, he SCREECHES! I am not sure why he finds this so amusing...It's a little hard on the ears. Oh well, he is still super cute.
Chase is still having really long sleeps at night, most nights 10 hours at a time. Usually nothing less than seven! Ian and I are having so much fun with Chase, and everyday we fall more in love with him. I think he might develop a complex...we can't stop smothering him in kisses!
In the picture above, you can see how red Chase's cheeks are...He has been drooling like crazy, and eating this thumbs & fingers...Isn't it too early for signs of teeth!!???
Chase in the last few days has learned a new noise...When he gets angry, he SCREECHES! I am not sure why he finds this so amusing...It's a little hard on the ears. Oh well, he is still super cute.
Chase is still having really long sleeps at night, most nights 10 hours at a time. Usually nothing less than seven! Ian and I are having so much fun with Chase, and everyday we fall more in love with him. I think he might develop a complex...we can't stop smothering him in kisses!
In the picture above, you can see how red Chase's cheeks are...He has been drooling like crazy, and eating this thumbs & fingers...Isn't it too early for signs of teeth!!???
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Sunday, January 14, 2007
Chase doesn't ALWAYS smile...
I thought this was cute...even though at the time it nearly broke my heart...
One of my favorites
MOTHERHOOD, IT WILL
CHANGE YOUR LIFE
Author unknown
Time is running out for my friend. We are sitting at lunch when she casually mentions that she and her husband are thinking of "starting a family". What she means is that her biological clock is ticking and has begun its final countdown. "We're taking a survey," she says, half joking. "Do you think I should have a baby?" "It will change your life," I say carefully, keeping my tone neutral. "I know," she says, "no more sleeping in on the weekend, no more spontaneous vacations..." But that is not what I meant at all. I look at my friend, trying to decide what to tell her. I want her to know what she will never learn in childbirth classes. I want to tell her that the physical wounds of childbearing heal, but that becoming a mother will leave her with an emotional wound so raw that she will be forever vulnerable. I consider warning her that she will never read a newspaper again without asking "What if that had been MY child?" That every plane crash, every fire will haunt her. That when she sees pictures of starving children, she will wonder if anything could be worse than watching your child die. I look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish suit and think that no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will reduce her to the primitive level of a bear protecting her cub. That an urgent call of "Mom!" will cause her to drop a souffle or her best crystal without a moment's hesitation. I feel I should warn her that no matter how many years she has invested in her career, she will be professionally derailed by motherhood. She might arrange for child care, but one day she will be going into an important business meeting and she will think about her baby's sweet smell. She will have to use every ounce of her discipline to keep from running home, just to make sure her baby is all right.
I want my friend to know that everyday decisions will no longer be routine. That a five year old boy's desire to go to the men's room rather than the women's at McDonald's will become a major dilemma. That right there, in the midst of clattering trays and screaming children, issues of independence and gender identity will be weighed against the prospect that a child molester may be lurking in that restroom.
However decisive she may be at the office, she will second-guess herself constantly as a mother. Looking at my attractive friend, I want to assure her that eventually she will shed the pounds of pregnancy, but she will never feel the same about herself. That her life, now so important, will be of less value to her once she has a child. That she would give it up in a moment to save her offspring, but will also begin to hope for more years - not to accomplish her own dreams, but to watch her child accomplish theirs. I want her to know that a caesarean scar or shiny stretch marks will become badges of honor.
My friend's relationship with her husband will change, but not in the ways she thinks. I wish she could understand how much more you can love a man who is always careful to powder the baby or never hesitates to play with his child. I think she should know that she will fall in love with him again for reasons she would now find very unromantic. I wish my friend could sense the bond she'll feel with women throughout history who have tried desperately to stop war and prejudice and drunk driving. I hope she will understand why I can think rationally about most issues, but become temporarily insane when I discuss the threat of nuclear war to my children's future. I want to describe to my friend the exhilaration of seeing your child learn to ride a bike. I want to capture for her the belly laugh of a baby who is touching the soft fur of a dog or cat for the first time. I want her to taste the joy that is so real, it actually hurts. My friend's quizzical look makes me realize that tears have formed in my eyes. "You'll never regret it," I say finally. Then I reach across the table, squeeze my friend's hand, and offer a silent prayer for her, and for me, and for all of the mere mortal women who stumble their way into this most wonderful of callings.
CHANGE YOUR LIFE
Author unknown
Time is running out for my friend. We are sitting at lunch when she casually mentions that she and her husband are thinking of "starting a family". What she means is that her biological clock is ticking and has begun its final countdown. "We're taking a survey," she says, half joking. "Do you think I should have a baby?" "It will change your life," I say carefully, keeping my tone neutral. "I know," she says, "no more sleeping in on the weekend, no more spontaneous vacations..." But that is not what I meant at all. I look at my friend, trying to decide what to tell her. I want her to know what she will never learn in childbirth classes. I want to tell her that the physical wounds of childbearing heal, but that becoming a mother will leave her with an emotional wound so raw that she will be forever vulnerable. I consider warning her that she will never read a newspaper again without asking "What if that had been MY child?" That every plane crash, every fire will haunt her. That when she sees pictures of starving children, she will wonder if anything could be worse than watching your child die. I look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish suit and think that no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will reduce her to the primitive level of a bear protecting her cub. That an urgent call of "Mom!" will cause her to drop a souffle or her best crystal without a moment's hesitation. I feel I should warn her that no matter how many years she has invested in her career, she will be professionally derailed by motherhood. She might arrange for child care, but one day she will be going into an important business meeting and she will think about her baby's sweet smell. She will have to use every ounce of her discipline to keep from running home, just to make sure her baby is all right.
I want my friend to know that everyday decisions will no longer be routine. That a five year old boy's desire to go to the men's room rather than the women's at McDonald's will become a major dilemma. That right there, in the midst of clattering trays and screaming children, issues of independence and gender identity will be weighed against the prospect that a child molester may be lurking in that restroom.
However decisive she may be at the office, she will second-guess herself constantly as a mother. Looking at my attractive friend, I want to assure her that eventually she will shed the pounds of pregnancy, but she will never feel the same about herself. That her life, now so important, will be of less value to her once she has a child. That she would give it up in a moment to save her offspring, but will also begin to hope for more years - not to accomplish her own dreams, but to watch her child accomplish theirs. I want her to know that a caesarean scar or shiny stretch marks will become badges of honor.
My friend's relationship with her husband will change, but not in the ways she thinks. I wish she could understand how much more you can love a man who is always careful to powder the baby or never hesitates to play with his child. I think she should know that she will fall in love with him again for reasons she would now find very unromantic. I wish my friend could sense the bond she'll feel with women throughout history who have tried desperately to stop war and prejudice and drunk driving. I hope she will understand why I can think rationally about most issues, but become temporarily insane when I discuss the threat of nuclear war to my children's future. I want to describe to my friend the exhilaration of seeing your child learn to ride a bike. I want to capture for her the belly laugh of a baby who is touching the soft fur of a dog or cat for the first time. I want her to taste the joy that is so real, it actually hurts. My friend's quizzical look makes me realize that tears have formed in my eyes. "You'll never regret it," I say finally. Then I reach across the table, squeeze my friend's hand, and offer a silent prayer for her, and for me, and for all of the mere mortal women who stumble their way into this most wonderful of callings.
Chase & his stuffed turtle
Here is a picture of Chase's newest stuffed animal. Sadie and I were in Wal-Mart when we saw it...We were both doubled over with laughter...This little turtle is called a "tickle toes." Anyhow...when you squeeze it's foot, it giggles!! It's so cute...Chase thinks it's pretty funny too!
A nice read....
A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?"
"Because I'm a woman," she told him.
"I don't understand," he said.
His Mom just hugged him and said, "And you never will."
Later the little boy asked his father,
"Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?"
"All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could say.
The little boy grew up and became a man,
still wondering why women cry.
Finally he put in a call to God.
When God answered, he asked,
"God, why do women cry so easily?"
God said:
"When I made the woman she had to be special.
I made her shoulders strong enough
to carry the weight of the world,
yet gentle enough to give comfort.
I gave her an inner strength
to endure childbirth
and the rejection
that many times comes from her children.
I gave her a hardness
that allows her to keep going
when everyone else gives up,
and take care of her family
through sickness and fatigue without complaining.
I gave her the sensitivity to love her children
under any and all circumstances,
even when her child has hurt her very badly.
I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults
and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.
I gave her wisdom to know
that a good husband never hurts his wife,
but sometimes tests her strengths
and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.
And finally, I gave her a tear to shed.
This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed."
"You see my son," said God,
"the beauty of a woman is not
in the clothes she wears,
the figure that she carries,
or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes,
because that is the doorway to her heart
- the place where love resides."
"Because I'm a woman," she told him.
"I don't understand," he said.
His Mom just hugged him and said, "And you never will."
Later the little boy asked his father,
"Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?"
"All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could say.
The little boy grew up and became a man,
still wondering why women cry.
Finally he put in a call to God.
When God answered, he asked,
"God, why do women cry so easily?"
God said:
"When I made the woman she had to be special.
I made her shoulders strong enough
to carry the weight of the world,
yet gentle enough to give comfort.
I gave her an inner strength
to endure childbirth
and the rejection
that many times comes from her children.
I gave her a hardness
that allows her to keep going
when everyone else gives up,
and take care of her family
through sickness and fatigue without complaining.
I gave her the sensitivity to love her children
under any and all circumstances,
even when her child has hurt her very badly.
I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults
and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.
I gave her wisdom to know
that a good husband never hurts his wife,
but sometimes tests her strengths
and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.
And finally, I gave her a tear to shed.
This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed."
"You see my son," said God,
"the beauty of a woman is not
in the clothes she wears,
the figure that she carries,
or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes,
because that is the doorway to her heart
- the place where love resides."
Just nice things on being a mom...
This is an email I received awhile ago...I thought it was nice....
Somebody said that a child is carried in its mother's womb for nine months.
Somebody does not know that a child is carried in its mother's heart forever.
Somebody said it takes about six weeks to get back to normal after you've had a baby.
Somebody doesn't know that once you're a mother, normal is history.
Somebody said you learn how to be a mother by instinct.
Somebody never took a three-year-old shopping.
Somebody said being a mother is boring.
Somebody never rode in a car driven by a teenager with a driver's permit.
Somebody said if you're a "good" mother, your child will "turn out good."
Somebody thinks a child comes with directions and a guarantee.
Somebody said "good" mothers never raise their voices.
Somebody never came out the back door just in time to see her child hit a golf ball through the neighbour's kitchen window.
Somebody said you don't need an education to be a mother.
Somebody never helped a fourth grader with his math.
Somebody said you can't love the fifth child as much as you love the first.
Somebody doesn't have five children.
Somebody said a mother can find all the answers to her child-rearing questions in the books.
Somebody never had a child stuff beans up his nose.
Somebody said the hardest part of being a mother is labor and delivery.
Somebody never watched her "baby" get on the bus for the first day of kindergarten.
Somebody said a mother can do her job with her eyes closed and one hand tied behind her back.
Somebody never organized seven giggling Brownies to sell cookies.
Somebody said a mother can stop worrying after her child gets married.
Somebody doesn't know that marriage adds a new son or daughter-in-law to a mother's heartstrings.
Somebody said a mother's job is done when her last child leaves home.
Somebody never had grandchildren.
Somebody said your mother knows you love her, so you don't need to tell her.
Somebody isn't a mother.
Somebody said that a child is carried in its mother's womb for nine months.
Somebody does not know that a child is carried in its mother's heart forever.
Somebody said it takes about six weeks to get back to normal after you've had a baby.
Somebody doesn't know that once you're a mother, normal is history.
Somebody said you learn how to be a mother by instinct.
Somebody never took a three-year-old shopping.
Somebody said being a mother is boring.
Somebody never rode in a car driven by a teenager with a driver's permit.
Somebody said if you're a "good" mother, your child will "turn out good."
Somebody thinks a child comes with directions and a guarantee.
Somebody said "good" mothers never raise their voices.
Somebody never came out the back door just in time to see her child hit a golf ball through the neighbour's kitchen window.
Somebody said you don't need an education to be a mother.
Somebody never helped a fourth grader with his math.
Somebody said you can't love the fifth child as much as you love the first.
Somebody doesn't have five children.
Somebody said a mother can find all the answers to her child-rearing questions in the books.
Somebody never had a child stuff beans up his nose.
Somebody said the hardest part of being a mother is labor and delivery.
Somebody never watched her "baby" get on the bus for the first day of kindergarten.
Somebody said a mother can do her job with her eyes closed and one hand tied behind her back.
Somebody never organized seven giggling Brownies to sell cookies.
Somebody said a mother can stop worrying after her child gets married.
Somebody doesn't know that marriage adds a new son or daughter-in-law to a mother's heartstrings.
Somebody said a mother's job is done when her last child leaves home.
Somebody never had grandchildren.
Somebody said your mother knows you love her, so you don't need to tell her.
Somebody isn't a mother.
Saturday, January 13, 2007
Hockey DAY in Canada!!!
It's amazing how many people get cheering for a little guy when you dress him up in a team Canada jersey & stand him in the STANLEY CUP!!! This made our day!! 
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
Brooklyn & Chase ~Before Birth & After!!!
Ok, here it is....The picture I was talking about...Pretty hard to believe they are only 6 weeks apart!!
Sunday, January 07, 2007
Another record breaking sleep!!
Ian and I have it good...Chase slept 11 hours last night! I can hardly believe it. Everytime he breaks another record though, I am scared to go and check on him in the morning!!
I can't believe he is almost 3 months old...(on the 14th) Time just flies by. Wow!! He is growing so fast! He is such a good baby, with a wonderful temperment...I really enjoy just being with him! Some of the best times are right after he wakes up, and you go in to check on him...and he gives you the biggest smiles...I really love when he is all tuckered out too, and he snuggles right up into my neck with his bum sticking out...Such a doll!!
~Coral
I can't believe he is almost 3 months old...(on the 14th) Time just flies by. Wow!! He is growing so fast! He is such a good baby, with a wonderful temperment...I really enjoy just being with him! Some of the best times are right after he wakes up, and you go in to check on him...and he gives you the biggest smiles...I really love when he is all tuckered out too, and he snuggles right up into my neck with his bum sticking out...Such a doll!!
~Coral
Friday, January 05, 2007
Could be team Canada's youngest fan...
YAY CANADA!!
Although Chase slept through most of todays game, we think it may have been his jersey that gave the team that extra bit of luck!!
Although Chase slept through most of todays game, we think it may have been his jersey that gave the team that extra bit of luck!!
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
Happy New Year....Welcome 2007!!
Here is Chase enjoying some "Tummy Time." Normally he freaks out and hates it, but this time...you can see he was lovin' it!! Also in the picture of him sitting on dad's lap, he watching the world juniors game...GO CANADA!!
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