Wednesday, November 25, 2009

The Pictures

Just before stepping into the flattering hospital wear, my last picture in maternity clothes:

Moments after his birth, the cheeks kill me!

His first picture with mummy and daddy:

Just outside the operating room:

Ian holding Cooper. The black and red sweatshirt is the day of his birth.

Our three kids!

Love how his face smushes in this one:

Just a couple with mummy and daddy. The one of Greg is the day he returned home from Children's Hospital with Ana; he was exhausted!

A couple of my favorites of Cooper that my mum took:

That's all for now. I took some shots at home of Cooper, and I'll get those up next, I just have to fiddle with them a bit more first.

It's been pretty crazy around here. We're all quarantined for Thanksgiving this year. Ana came down with what they thought was H1N1 this weekend and was in the ER with a 106 fever. They called the next day and thought it might be pneumonia. Anyways, to make a long story short, Greg was sick, Ian has been out all week from school with a very mild case, and poor baby Cooper started with it last night. I'm the only relatively healthy one at the moment (knock on wood!). Everyone seems to be dealing with it okay, even with Ana's past breathing issues, she hasn't had any problems this time around. She was never tested, so we're not sure what has invaded our home so Thanksgiving dinner with Mimi, Bumpa, Tim and Uncle Shawne has had to be postponed unfortunately. We're planning on a small meal and an easy day tomorrow. Life is never boring here, that's for sure!

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

The Story...

Hold onto your hats folks, this is going to be a LONG post. The past four weeks have been so surreal, I almost feel like I've been watching events from the outside in. So, you know that Cooper joined the family on October 15th; what most of you don't know is what unfolded less than 8 hours after his birth; I'll get to that story in a minute. Let's talk about the good parts of the day first.

We got to the hospital a little before 7am, and started to get prepared for my c-section. When they put me on the monitors, it turned out that I was contracting every 3-7 minutes, so it's good that we scheduled when we did! I was very nervous because I really didn't know what to expect. I did have a c-section with Ian, but ended up being put under general anesthesia for the procedure due to problems with my epidural. So I have no recollection of the procedure, and Greg wasn't able to be in the room for the delivery. While I was excited that Greg would be there and I would be awake, I was very anxious about what was going to happen; especially about the spinal as there's a big difference between getting an epidural when you are in agony knowing you are doing it for relief and getting one when you are in no pain whatsoever. It wasn't as bad as I imagined, a little discomfort, but nothing too scary! As soon as that was set, the action started and to be completely honest, I don't remember a whole lot about it; I was so anxious! I remember the draping and the prepping, Greg coming into the room, the "can you feel this?" test pinching on my belly, the sensation of knowing the cutting had started (so WEIRD! I could feel no pain, but could feel the scalpel going through tissue...too hard to explain), the panic knowing the cutting had started but realizing I could still move the toes on my right foot (seriously, it was almost like being at the dentist anxiously thinking the novocaine is going to wear off before he's done drilling, on a bigger scale of course!), I remember the doctor saying, "Okay, here comes the amniotic fluid", and the PRESSURE! Oh my dear Lord...I've heard it time and time again from others that you just feel a lot of pressure, but my goodness, you cannot really prepare for what it will be like! I could swear they were pulling me apart from every direction! Greg says the doctor assisting looked like he had a wrestling foot hold going on and I believe it! I wonder if Cooper was holding onto my ribs or something! Anyways as soon as he was out, I heard some suctioning going on, and then the cry; the most beautiful sound ever! The doctor told me to peer over the drapes and there he was but to be honest, I didn't see much before they whisked him away partly because my blood pressure dropped all of a sudden and I thought I was going to be sick. Greg says they quickly gave me something that remedied the nausea, along with a nice dose of morphine which is probably why I don't remember a whole lot after that point. I do remember Cooper crying and looking at Greg and crying myself, just in complete awe of it all. I think up until that moment, I was fully expecting someone to come in and say, "Sorry Mrs. Fraize, you were never really pregnant", or to find out that we'd been on some sick version of Candid Camera or something. This wasn't supposed to happen to us; we were not supposed to be able to make a baby "normally"! But there he was, screaming; proof that miracles do happen, it was so surreal. When they brought him over to Greg all wrapped up like a burrito, all I could see were cheeks; this child came out with some serious cheeks! I remember someone commenting on his eyelashes and why do the boys always get the eyelashes, and me saying that he looked like Ian which is really not true; he looks a lot like his daddy actually! I remember hearing them say that he scored a 9 on both Apgar tests, and thinking to myself, "Holy moly, he really is okay even after the flu and pneumonia, and strep and all that nonsense, and...hmmm they would have already noticed if he was missing fingers or toes, right?". I remember feeling like I was floating, and hearing the doctor ask her assistant to hold my bowels in place and thinking this was part of the procedure I didn't need to have knowledge of! Anyways, everything went exactly as planned as I'm told. When I got back to my room, Cooper had already been weighed and bathed and I learned that a couple of our family members had been denied at the door by Greg to get a sneak peek; he wanted me to be able to hold him before they did because everybody held Ian before me when he was born. The nurse laid him on my chest and I was able to get a good look at him, and I remember thinking he looked so different from what I expected. Ian came out with strawberry blonde fuzz and I kind of expected the same for Cooper, but he has a full head of dark hair. He is very much like Greg whereas Ian was my spitting image at birth. After a while, visitors were allowed in and Ian and Ana got their first look at their new brother; Ian thought he was cute and wanted to hold him but Ana really didn't know what to think. I think she just didn't know what to make of mummy being in that big bed with all those tubes and wires coming off. She was happy to play on the floor with Stevie instead. After their visit my mum and dad took the kids back to their house to hang out for a while and Greg and I had the afternoon to get to know Cooper. That's when the day got really interesting...

Greg got a call on his cell phone about 4pm from my mum and she was in a panic. She was chasing Stevie who had decided to try and get up the stairs for the millionth time and Ana who had been playing with a roll of wrapping paper contentedly took the opportunity to get into her purse and had managed to open one of her prescription pill bottles. The bottle which she knew had pills in it was now empty and she had no idea how many were missing, and if Ana had eaten them or dumped them somewhere. Greg told her to call the ambulance, but she was already in the car on her way to the hospital. Greg went down to the ER to meet them. It got pretty cloudy for me here; I don't know if it was the morphine, or the fact that people were pretty much with holding the whole truth from me. I kept being told that she was going to be fine, that she was a little groggy, but she would be fine. Little did I know that a little groggy meant that she couldn't stand, could barely sit, was drooling uncontrollably and was slurring her speech. Anyways, it's probably best that I didn't know the full situation because really what could I have done? Greg was there with her and I felt like things were under control. The doctor from our pediatricians office really wanted her to be under observation by a PICU unit that could monitor her one on one overnight which left us with the option of her going to Boston, Dartmouth or to Portland all of which are over an hour away. The doctor was so amazing and actually came up to my room and talked to me about the decision and assured me that Ana was going to be just fine. That we just had to wait until the drug worked it's way out of her system, and once it was gone there would be no lasting effects whatsoever. So Ana was transported by ambulance with a team of three physicians to the Children's Hospital in Portland, ME where she and Greg spent two nights while she recouped. My first report from Greg was on Friday morning where he told me she still couldn't really stand steady on her feet. I said to Greg, "She can't STAND?" to which he replied, "Well she can sit now which is an improvement from last night." That was my first knowledge of the severity of the symptoms she was having. They returned on Saturday around lunchtime and though I was told Ana was back to herself, she most certainly didn't seem it to me. Her speech sounded slurred and she was walking a little funny. Nobody but me seemed to notice it though; probably because they had all seen where she had come from where I hadn't. At any rate, she still didn't seem herself to me. I don't think she was 100% Ana until Monday actually. I think she just needed a ton of catch up on sleep as Greg had a heck of a time getting her to sleep at the hospital. As I hear they did a LOT of rocking, and walking while she did a lot of kicking and hitting and crying; she was just so out of sorts, and didn't want anything to do with anything or anyone. Honestly, through it all, the things that caused me the most angst were the fact that the ambulance crew didn't allow Greg to ride in with them, and by the time Greg got to the hospital she was already up in her room playing in her crib. It kills me that she had no one that she knew getting her through those transitions and though I know they were hospital staff, it was to me, the equivalent of having complete strangers care for my child for that time. The other thing is that Greg said she cried for me constantly and he believes she was actually hallucinating that one of the nurses in the hallway was me and she was trying to get to her but Greg wouldn't let her go. These two things still bring tears to my eyes, I just hate that she wanted me and I couldn't be there for her, and hate what she may have thought being in that ambulance without her mummy and daddy. I have had a few weeks now to reflect on it all and my biggest concern is that people may have thought I didn't care as I kept getting comments on how well I was taking it all and that if it were them they would be a basket case. I don't know what caused me to take the news so well; there are a lot of possibilities. Like I said, I didn't know the full extent of the situation, and at the time I didn't even know for sure that she had definitely ingested anything; that's probably first and foremost. I was on morphine and though I don't recall feeling terribly loopy, events of the day are a little fuzzy, so that's an absolute possibility. Ana has gotten into so many things in the past and has been fine; I mean we have had to call Poison Control for her more times in her short 1 1/2 years here than we've had to call for Ian in his entire 8 years of life! Lastly, I think I was really focused on trying to keep it together for my mum. She was absolutely devastated that this happened on her watch; I have never seen her in such a state, she was terrified! Even though EVERYONE who was involved assured her that it was not her fault (and many had their own stories of two year old woe) she just couldn't forgive herself. Two year olds are notorious for getting into things, and Ana is an absolute professional! She is very adept at sneaking things, and at knowing the precisely perfect moment to conduct her business. Someone asked my mum shortly after the incident if we were mad at her and I want to make it absolutely clear that there was never any bit of blame put on my mum for this. This could have happened anywhere! Like I said, we practically have Poison Control on speed dial, and we're her parents, AND we live in a child proofed home! It was simply a horrible accident and after all is said and done, she is thankfully fine with no lasting effects at all. It hasn't even stopped her from getting into things unfortunately!

So there you have it; that's the story of Cooper's birth. An absolutely wonderful, yet totally insane day that no one in the family will ever forget and that will likely be one of those passed down through generations family stories. Crazy huh? But did you expect anything less from this bunch?!

I am working on uploading some photos to share...they'll be along shortly!

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Mommy and bady are doing very well.

Introducing Cooper Fraize
Born: 10/15/2009 at 9:33am EST
Weight: 8.7lb
Length: 21in
Hair: Brown

Ten Things Thursday

My friend Amanda does a list every Thursday called Ten Things Thursday; it can be any type of list. I've decided to give it a go!

Ten Things I'll be doing tomorrow before 9:30am

1. Waking up at 5am.
2. Taking a long hot shower.
3. Coaxing a sleepy husband out of bed to shower.
4. Triple checking my bags.
5. Feeding the dog.
6. Getting two sleepy children out of bed way before they are accustomed.
7. Packing bags and both sleepy children into minivan.
8. Driving to my parents house at a ridiculous hour.
9. Arriving at the hospital by 7am.
10. Having a baby.

Wait a minute.......did I really just say that?

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Long Time...

No blog, I know! I just have not had the time to compose a proper post! And it's not like there's been nothing to blog about, I just haven't kept up! The worst part is when things start to slide, and I do get a free moment I don't know where to begin! So much catching up to do! Things are good here. Ian just turned 8 years old this past Monday, I can hardly believe it!! I will dedicate separate posts to that soon. He's been a second grader for 3 weeks now, and seems to fairly enjoy school. Getting him up and out in the morning can be a hassle sometimes, but once he's there he seems to do well. He has been out two days this week with croup, but seems to be feeling much better today and will return to school tomorrow just in time for his birthday bash with his friends tomorrow afternoon. This years theme is SCIENCE, and I'm thrilled! So much fun to plan, and so many possibilities! Like I said, a separate post and pictures will come soon. Ana is doing great too. She's a true 2 year old, with a fiery temper and an attitude to match. Everything is a battle these days, and when she's caught doing something naughty, and I start to reprimand, she gives me a flippant "bye bye!" before running off and hiding. As exhausting as she can be, she matches the level in cuteness often. Her language has exploded over the past couple weeks and she can now really communicate her needs, wants and opinions in those cute little pieced together 2 year old word strings! This age is frustrating, and adorable all at the same time! Baby number three is still doing well, and I guess I can share with you all that we have finally settled on a name; Cooper (that is unless we see him and change our minds, so don't hold us to it!). I'm feeling fantastic and am having a hard time believing that it's only three weeks until he's here; I have yet to have that "Oh my God, get him out" feeling. I have so enjoyed being pregnant, I guess in a way it makes me feel normal, that my body is functioning the way it should. As much as I'm looking forward to meeting him, I'm pretty sad to say goodbye to pregnancy! I'm still watching Stevie (he turned ONE on September 3rd by the way!), though tomorrow is my last day until some time after Cooper arrives; don't get me started I'm pretty emotional this week. I'm so going to miss having my little Stevie toddling around the house and seeing my brother every day. At the same time, it has been quite tiring lately as Ana definitely has her moments with him and has lashed out at the poor guy on many occasions. Poor baby has been scratched, pinched and bitten on the toe; always followed by "Oh sorry baby", arrgh! She is doing much better now that she has some words under her belt, but when she gets really frustrated, watch out! For a long while there was a common occurrence of, "No baby!" followed by crying, followed by "Oh sorry sorry baby, shhh, shhh, shhh". I'd like to think she was feeling regret and was trying to comfort him, but really I think it's more likely she was thinking, "quiet down before mummy hears and I get in trouble!". She is certainly a handful; but she definitely has her sweet side too. She can be very loving, and shares really well with a little reminder here and there. She mothers Stevie by fussing with his clothes, trying to change his diapers, and kissing his boo boos (even when she caused them). She's coming along, we just need to get that temper under control! So we'll spend the next couple weeks having some mother/daughter time before her world is completely turned upside down again. Anyways, I think I'll close for now. I've got a list of things a mile long I want to accomplish before this baby arrives and have been trying to pick away at it during nap time. It's going slowly, but I'm beginning to see some progress. Mostly it's emptying and reorganizing closets, drawers, and cupboards, and throwing heaps of things this what they call nesting? I don't remember it with Ian!

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

No Wonder...

I'm so darn tired!

Greg snapped a picture (cell phone, sorry for the quality!) this morning after he got up. This is how it usually is when both children join us in bed; Greg ends up with at least an entire half to himself while I share the other half with the kids (plus the one in my ever expanding belly!). You can't see in the picture, but I'm laying with my knees hanging off the side of the bed, and Milo is laying eagerly underneath them waiting for any pillows or blankets to fall off for him to claim; which he does quickly. Add that to the children who lay on TOP of the blankets, and you can get an idea of the miracle that it is that I even have a blanket covering me! Before I was pregnant, turning from side to side on a dime wasn't that big of a deal, but I'm not so graceful these days to say the least and flipping myself in such limited space is quite a bit more complicated! I've even tried sleeping on the other side of the bed, but it doesn't matter, they still find me. Not that I mind the fact that my kids like to snuggle with me, but just one night in a bed by myself these days would be glorious! Oh, and did you notice who's laying next to Ian? His old pal doggie was requested last night; and it made me smile.....

Friday, August 14, 2009

Within Normal Limits

The nurse just called to inform me that my 3 hour glucose test results were all within normal limits. I am so relieved! Another bit of news I have acquired is the date of my planned C-section. As long as the baby behaves, his birth date will be October 15th, which is exactly one week before my due date. So that leaves us just shy of 9 weeks before he arrives, yikes! Where did the time go?

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Baby Update

Just a quick baby update. Things are going pretty well, I feel great and the baby is very active which I'm enjoying every minute of! Up until my last visit about a week ago, it was looking like the trouble we had at the beginning of the pregnancy was going to be the end of the drama but alas, this is not the story. The first thing, is that I'm measuring 3 weeks ahead of my due date. Now I've not been terribly concerned about this as I've been measuring 3 weeks ahead since my first measurement at my 20 week appointment, and just the week before that appointment, I had my ultrasound that showed the baby was measuring right on target, and the doctor said ultrasound measurement is far more accurate than her tape measure thingy any day. Anyways, after measuring too big for the third visit in a row, my doctor figured we should have another ultrasound (oh darn, twist my arm!) just to make sure things are okay. Like I said, I've not really been concerned about the measurements; that is until last week when I found out that I failed my 1 hour glucose test. Then I started to freak out a little. My 1 hour number was 157 but should be below 140. Bummer. I went in yesterday for the 3 hour test so I'm now waiting for the results. I should add that I failed my one hour with Ian as well but passed the 3 hour with him just fine, but who knows what will happen; I AM eight years older this time around! Having PCOS puts me at an increased risk for diabetes, so there's a real chance I'm heading that way. Anyways, no use in speculating right now; I should hear from the doctor tomorrow, and we'll take it from there. One day at a time, right?!

Friday, August 7, 2009

Favorite Photo Friday

O is for "OH MY!"

I love this picture because it's probably the only solid proof I have that Ian, the world's pickiest eater has indeed eaten a healthy snack in his lifetime! This was taken on an apple picking trip three years ago with his kindergarten class. Who can blame him; what's better than apples straight from the tree?! Seriously though, this child is terrible with food! He is notorious for throwing up on at the dinner table when asked to follow the "one bite rule"; meats, any pasta or rice, most vegetables (especially cooked ones), and many fruits are potential gag inducers. We've had to develop a new rule for Ian; he can earn his coveted PBJ at dinner time if he first eats a fruit AND a vegetable in the serving size of our choice. Carrot sticks, celery, cucumber, green and red peppers, grapes, apple slices with peanut butter, and watermelon have all gone down with relatively little fuss. Hooray for glorious puke-free dinner times! And hooray for whole grain bread, natural peanut butter and Polaner All Fruit Grape Jelly; at least I'm sneaking SOME nutrition in! Do you have a picky eater?

Saturday, August 1, 2009

Animal Kingdom

I have to admit. My memory is fading a bit on this day of our trip. I think it's because there wasn't a whole lot that Ana and I could do; in fact there wasn't a whole lot any of us REALLY enjoyed compared to the other parks. Animal Kingdom hit me as a glorified zoo, actually; which has never interested Ian, and Ana was just not old enough to care. I did enjoy the Harambe village where we had lunch at the Tusker House Restaurant and were able to sample African style cuisine. Ian was still able to snag a peanut butter and jelly sandwich so that made it even better! There were some drummers outside the restaurant which we all seemed to enjoy and an area with traditional African drums that the kids could try. Other than that, the highlights were few for us. Ian and Greg rode Expedition Everest and seemed to really enjoy it. Greg took both kids on the Safari ride as it was too bumpy for expectant mothers. He said they didn't see a whole lot animal wise, but the kids (well, Ian at least) thought it was fun to be jarred around a bit. I think the part the kids enjoyed the most was DinoLand, the cheesy amusement park games area; which was slightly annoying because it was like anything you can experience at any number of fairs or even at the beach! Even more annoying was the fact that you had to buy tickets to play these games! At any rate, the kids had a good time and walked away with several cheesey stuffed dino toys. Ian was thrilled, so it was worth it. Oh, I almost forgot about the Finding Nemo the Musical! The whole family enjoyed this one, even finicky Ian! The way they animated the characters was amazing, you really felt like they were in the water, and at the end billions of bubbles poured from the ceiling and was lit so you got the feeling we were under water as well. It was very cool, very worth the wait! On the way out of the park we stopped to get the kids caricatures done. Greg remembered seeing caricatures of my brother, sister and I hanging in my parents house and really wanted to get the kids done. I balked at the price when he informed me that he wanted color face and body ones at $30.00 each; but you know what? It was the best $60.00 we spent, they turned out great and of all the souveniers we returned home with, they are what I will treasure in the years to come. Anyways, on to the pictures which are again far and few between unfortunately.

Gotta love the Disney Photo Pass. The only way we got pictures of the entire family!

The drummers outside the Tusker House Restaurant:

Posing with elephant statues after getting off the train to Rafiki's Planet Watch:

The kids playing "Whack a"...some long dino name I can't recall:

A few shots of Finding Nemo the was amazing!

Getting the Caricatures done, they were so patient!

The finished products!

Friday, July 31, 2009

Favorite Photo Friday

N is for "No!"

Which is exactly what Ana is telling me in the bottom photo!
These were taken back in April. It was way too quiet. I knew she was up to something. I walked into the dining room and didn't see her immediately, but heard a little tap, tap, tapping behind the laptop. I peeked under the table and sure enough, there were two tiny feet hanging down from the seat. I tiptoed out and grabbed my camera before she knew she was caught. After taking the first picture, I veered around the side of the laptop screen and as soon as she saw me, she yelled, "NO!". I'm thinking, "Isn't that what I'm supposed to be saying?!"

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Sevin Stitches

A friend of mine from high school has opened an Etsy shop!

To celebrate the opening, she is giving away this adorable Monk's Bag to one lucky winner!

You must check out her craft blog and her two Etsy shops:

Side by Down Designs - where she uses existing clothing and creates something new out of it!
Sevin Stitches - where she lists everything else she creates

she has some very cute things; don't forget to enter to win!

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Isabelle Ruth is Here!

I have a new niece!

Her name is Isabelle Ruth, isn't she gorgeous?!

My sister went into labor early this morning and by 11:00am she was starting to push. She was AMAZING, I was so proud of how hard she worked! The poor girl pushed for 2 long hard hours but the baby just refused to move so she ended up having a C-section at around 2:00 this afternoon. Isabelle weighed in at 8 pounds, 9 ounces and was 19 1/2 inches long. She has peach fuzz for hair that is a little reddish in color just like her cousin Ian, but the consensus is she looks just like her daddy!

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Happy Birthday Liliana!

My sweet Ana
You are two years old today!

We celebrated by:

taking daddy to the doctor for neck spasms, poor daddy!

playing nicely with cousin Stevie, hooray!
unlike yesterday when you did this to him:

having black bean soup for lunch

sucking down too many servings of juice,
how could I tell you no on your birthday?

getting some positive attention from your brother,
so nice for mummy too!

playing with a special balloon picked out especially by Ian

wearing your favorite pair of mismatched shoes,
but what's new?

watching Ian decorate your birthday cake
and stealing some frosting

getting a visit and squishy face kiss from Nannie and Papa!

eating pizza for dinner

getting help from brother to blow out your candle

eating cake and ice cream
(Ian was so proud of his creation!)

Getting a few extra minutes of cuddle time before bed.
Okay, this was more for mummy I think;
you never know how long you will be willing to cuddle
so I'll take all I can get right now!

Happy Birthday Sweet Girl!
Mummy, Daddy and Ian love you very much!

Tuesday, June 30, 2009


I'd have a hard time even recalling the past few weeks for our family. I know we went camping over the June 12th weekend up in Freedom NH at Danforth Bay Campground. It was a wet weekend but we still had fun with our family and Amy's (my brother Stevie's wife) family. It's always a good time when we all get together. I also know the next weekend we had my sister's baby shower which we pulled off pretty well despite our last minute planning. I will blog again about these events, but the thing we've been consumed with over the past few weeks was the downslide in health of my Grandpa that started that very wet camping weekend. That was when we first heard that he was starting to refuse to eat or drink. He quickly went downhill from there and passed away this past Thursday (June 25th) in the early evening. It's been a very sad few weeks, and honestly one laden with a good amount of regret for me personally. My track record for visiting my Grandpa hadn't been that great. It had, in fact, been about 6 months since I had last seen him when we went to visit those few times last week. That visit 6 months prior was for his 89th birthday, and he seemed so happy to have so much company! It sadly was only the second time he had seen Ana since we brought her home and he was so taken with her! When Ian was little, and Grandpa was living in a senior community close by we would visit him once a week at his little apartment. Somehow when he went to the nursing home, I let those visits seriously lapse, and it got to the point that I really only saw him on Christmas when he would spend the holiday with my parents. He would even ask me, "Cammie, you are home right? Why don't you come visit me?", and I would pledge to myself that I would get better. But I never did. I've been wracking my brain for reasons why this happened and the only thing I can think of is that after he went to the nursing home, he wasn't happy. Whenever we would visit, he would basically ask us to "Get me out of here". And the medications he was on made him very sleepy, and he would sometimes just kind of stare off and almost seem like he wasn't there. I guess I just didn't know what to say. No excuse, I know. At the visits we made at the beginning of last week, he would open his eyes when we talked to him. I'll never forget the way he opened his eyes wide and turned his head when Ian came up to his bedside. He loved his grandkids so much. I just wish I had been a better one. I guess the lesson I've taken from this is that no matter how uncomfortable a situation makes me, that if I care about someone I need to do whatever it takes to show them. Life really is too short to live my life any other way. For now, I'll ponder my memories of my Grandpa; the vanilla sandwich cookies that must always be split and spread with peanut butter before eating, and the lesson in the proper way to store a piece of chewed gum on the tip of your nose until you can resume chewing, the peanut blossom candies, and the smell of tobacco. These things I will take with me. I only hope he knows how much I really loved him.

Saturday, June 6, 2009

Typhoon Lagoon

Ian was DYING to hit the water parks so we decided to spend a day at Typhoon Lagoon. Each of Disney's water parks has a story behind it and Typhoon Lagoon's story is it is the result of the "storm of storms" and in it's wake was left a "topsy turvy tropical paradise". It was pretty cool and like I said Ian was so excited to get started on the water slides. We started at the Crush 'n' Gusher and it was instant disappointment when Ian was informed that he wasn't tall enough to ride (by like a couple hairs on his head!). The height requirement is 48 inches. Now, when Ian was at the doctors in September, I am absolutely sure that he measured 49 inches, because he was 49 pounds as well and I remember thinking how funny it was that he was a pound per inch of boy. There was also the fact that we had spent the last two days at other parks and hadn't had any problems with the other big rides. To say Ian was bummed was an understatement. He was SO looking forward to this park and he was now realizing that he wasn't going to be able to do half of the things he wanted to do. I was really disappointed for him too. We went on to the next slide and they decided to try it, maybe the height bar was a little off at the last one. So they tried the Humunga Kowabunga and to our amazement, Ian was able to go! Well, the first time anyways. The second time they went up there was another person manning the slides and he said that he could go this one last time, but he was really not tall enough to keep riding. So he got two goes at a big slide, and that was better than nothing I guess! There were other slides that kept them occupied, just not as thrilling as the ones he was denied access to. He really had a good time going in the wave pool and the entire family enjoyed the Castaway Creek attraction which was a leisurely inner tube ride around the entire park. Ian to my surprise wanted to go around two or three times and really had fun! Ana was okay with it, she wasn't thrilled as several times around the track there's water spraying, misting or falling on you; this girl does not like getting wet! She was much happier when she and I plopped ourselves on the sandy beach area. She had a ball playing in the sand; rubbing it on her face, eating it, and rolling around in it. She's a wanderer though, so it was not so stress free for me! All in all, it was a good day. We left Typhoon Lagoon around 3pm and headed back to the hotel to shower change and get ready to spend some time in Downtown Disney for dinner and some shopping! On to the pictures!

Here is the Crush 'n' Gusher moments before it broke my sons heart!

Greg and Ian are off to buy a pair of water shoes in hopes that the extra half inch they would afford would be enough to let him ride. Unfortunately we then found out that most of the slides wouldn't allow them to be worn....foiled again!

The Humunga Cowabunga...and Ian coming off of it for the first of the two times he was allowed to ride...

Our pretty princess waiting patiently while brother rides the Humunga Cowabunga:

Ana having a ball in the sand. I think this was her favorite part of the entire day! She literally rolled all around the beach area burying her face in the sand. She was a mess, but she sure had a good time!

The kids enjoyed lunches out of sand pail lunch boxes. That cup Ana is clutching is the third type of cup we purchased for her there. The sippy cup I brought was mistakenly left on the plane on our trip down. Did you know it is absolutely impossible to find a satisfactory non spill sippy cup in Disney World?!

I love this picture of Ian and Daddy:

In Downtown Disney, we ate at T-Rex restaurant. The food was so good and the ambiance was like nothing I've ever seen before! There were tons of animated dinosaurs, a glacier, and a meteor shower every 20 minutes. It was very cool for Ian; not so much for Ana though. She HATED it! She cowered into Greg immediately and we were afraid we were going to have to leave but she quickly fell asleep and remained so for the duration of the meal. I am glad we went, but I did feel guilty that she was terrified into sleep!

Ian's Bone Chillin' Slushee drink which he obviously loved:

Poor Ana...daddy didn't mind the snuggling though!

Ian posing with the Lego dogs near the Lego store.