Sometimes life around here looks like:
Good big sister Hazel reading with Wyatt.
Good big brother Jethro watching a show with Orrin and Wyatt.
Naked/underwear-clad boys making car roads of books amid lots of laundry that needs folding.
Good Daddy holding Wyatt and reading to Talmage while I lift Orrin up in the air.
This baby is adorable- and look, more smiles!
So I did a freezer-paper stencil shirt for Talmage, and I was pretty impressed with it because, a) it turned out looking pretty good, and b) it was all my creation- idea and execution.
So Talmage was playing with legos, and he had this shark-man holding a bow and arrow, and when I saw it I thought that it looked so cool and that it would make a pretty awesome shirt design. So, I made it into one.
First I took a picture.
Then I turned it into this
and then this.
Then I looked online to see if there were any tutorials about doing freezer paper stenciling with more than one color—to see if it’s possible—and I found this one, so obviously it works just fine. So, then I cut it out and painted it on. I thought it was not too shabby!
The only problem was that since the shirt is such a dark color, the black of the arrow wasn’t standing out very well, so I waffled a bit but finally decided to outline it in white.
So now it looks like this. Ha ha, Talmage looks so enthused!
Jethro’s Art:
I pretty much love these scary dudes. They have some great piercings, facial hair, and scars—what’s not to love?
Hazel’s Art:
Self portrait (aren’t the eyes so nicely done? I printed off a little eye drawing tutorial among other things and she had a lot of fun with them):
Another idea from pinterest- we all did these during general conference. Jethro didn’t finish coloring his, and Ethne’s got lost, so their’s aren’t on here, but this is Hazel’s:
I love this drawing by Hazel. It has herself (the upside down one), her friend Jamina on the right, Ethne on the far left with the turtle, a dolphin, a mermaid, a bird, a couple butterflies, a little fairy (up and to the left of the mermaid with purple wings), and the thing on the left that has large black eyes is an “air spirit”. Oh, and a couple scribbles on the left courtesy of Orrin.
Another general conference work:
And Ethne’s:
Poor Orrin, showing off his new hillbilly style. Am I a bad person for kind of wishing both of his teeth had fallen out, instead of just one? I think he would be cuter (less weird looking) if he just had a gap.
Blue blue eyes.
Sad little Wyatt with Daddy.
And I finally caught some smiles on camera!! Granted, not the best pictures in the world, but it was late and the light was not good. But that face!! Sweetest face ever!
So, out of our four boys, three had inguinal hernia repairs. I talked about Talmage’s here and Orrin’s here.
Wyatt’s was on Monday. We got to the hospital early and took our stuff to our room and handed him off. We walked around until it was done (Brett ran into a couple doctors he knows from work, and the guy was saying how famous Brett is after his winning the business competition thingee), and then we came to the post-op room to see him. He was really really upset when he woke up and screamed his poor little hoarse scream for a long time. We finally got him to go back to sleep and the next time he woke up he did better. But he didn’t go pee and he was really puffy—when I held his hand it was so weird because it didn’t feel like him!— edema, I guess is the technical term, so they didn’t let him leave the post-op room all afternoon. The anesthesiologist did a little ultrasound to check out his bladder. But then it was time for the post-op room to close at 6:00, and he still hadn’t peed, so they had him stay in the ICU overnight, instead of just with me in our own recovery room which had been the plan.
He did end up peeing (a lot) in the night, and his swelling went down. But it was a pretty weird night because my room was actually in the Frauenklinic, which is a different hospital than the one where Wyatt was, but it’s connected by an underground tunnel, so every time Wyatt woke up to eat they called over to where I was, and a nurse woke me up, and I walked down some stairs, through this forever long tunnel/hallway, and then up the elevator again to feed him. I did that three times, and the fourth at 6:30 or so. But the next day he was quite a bit happier.
In the morning they let him come to my room for part of the day just to watch him a little bit more. Brett had to go to work so he just brought the little kids to me. It was really fun for them, because we were in the pediatric part of the hospital and they had tons of toys and bikes and books that the kids happily played with.
And the clowns came too.
And that is the story of Wyatt’s surgery.
This morning I took Orrin to the doctor to get the stitches out of his lip. On the first one (there were maybe eight or so), he started crying and screaming. I tried to help hold him still, but he was really fighting (and I was holding Wyatt with no place to set him down). So then the doctor said he would give him a shot to make him fall asleep, but then they didn’t have the right medication, so then they tried again to see if they could get the stitches out, this time with the doctor holding Orrin and the assistant snipping them. Orrin screamed his little guts out and fought like a banshee. They got all of them but one, but it was deeper than the others and the assistant nicked his lip, so it was bleeding and then she really couldn’t get a good hold on it, so after all that we’re going back in tomorrow so they can give him the shot to make him go to sleep to get one last stitch out.
But hey, I bought him icecream, so it was all worth it. :)
This kid is gorgeous. I’m in love with him. I love his yawn (and those forever long eyelashes! (That reminds me, once when Brett and I were dating, I told him I liked his eyelashes and he said, “I never knew girls looked at eyelashes.”))
I love his pretty blue eyes!
Whoa, eyebrows up!
Orrin, caught red-handed in the Nutella.
Amy sent us another Flat Stanley, so we took it to the cow of course.
What a bunch of cuties!
Wyatt at three months old.
In his Sunday best.
And more gnome-boy—cause he’s so cute!
