Reese Anderson

Welcome to my once-a-baby post, loyal readers. As you know, the only time I am allowed to touch the blog is when my wife has a baby and is unable to get to the computer, so I will be your guide for all the gory details....which traditionally men are very poor at reporting. (and if I really did give you the gory details, I would be sleeping in the garage for sure...)

The first image for your enjoyment is my wife before she put on the awesome gown. She wanted to get one last picture of her pregnant stomach. The room was great, the focal point was a large picture of 3 teddy bears dressed in pioneer-era clothes, having a picnic with a black lab. Yep, you read that right.

Obviously there were several cords & machines that I had to make sure were hooked up right, so I went ahead and threw on some of the blue gloves and did a quick inspection.

A few hours after the pitocin drip started, our pregnant camper was getting a little antsy.

Several things happened between the picture above and the picture below that sent us into a whirlwind C-section. Feel free to contact Heidi directly for the details.

On our way.....

This one is actually taken in the OR....there may be some laughing gas involved in the lower picture, because I can assure you that if she saw what was happening on the other side of the curtain she would not be smiling......

Here she is!!! Our first picture with Reese....(hair caps to be auctioned off at a later date)

A few hours later in Aunt Lindy's arms.

A very eventful day! We are thankful to God for a healthy baby girl.

The Stats:

Reese Anderson DeKorne

March 11, 2010 (Shout out to our friends that share the same b-day!)

7lbs 4 oz

21 inches

Well, this is goodbye, you will most likely never hear from me again. Most of my free time will now be spent doing odd jobs so that I can pay for 3 weddings. If anyone needs minor plumbing, computer repair or gardening work done please let me know. I also have been practicing my old trombone if you need some easy listening music as the backdrop to your next formal event.

Love to you all~

Father of 3

Sugar, oh honey honey...

As I approach the size of an aquatic mammal, I have decided bringing in help with the kiddos makes life much more enjoyable. :)

I still took a turn every once in awhile, too :) I am going to miss the shelf!
Who needs Julia Child. We have our own chef Christina. She is starting Ava at a young age with pizza crust. Complete with real yeast and a rolling pin and everything. It's nice for her because with me for a mama Domino's is the only crust she would otherwise know!


We celebrated Megan's birthday with the fabulous Funfetti cake. I know this isn't the best picture of the celebration, but Sugar in the picture made me laugh.
Also the boys were kind to help Mark paint Sugar's room. There is a little discrepancy on how many times they have in fact painted this room, but we'll just say it wasn't the first.

Before:

After.

We are waiting on accessories until we find out the gender of this sweet baby. A BIG huge thanks to Aunt Ann for providing our third baby with cute bedding! We LOVE it!

External Cephalic Version

Doesn't that sound lovely? I went to the dr. last week and Sugar (Ava's definite name for the baby) was upside down for the trip out. So, we went to the hospital bright and early the next morning to have the baby turned. It was a little more intense than I realized...I.V., an anesthesiologist in there the whole time, a couple dr's, and lots of warnings from people about how awful it was.

Thankfully, Sugar turned with little effort and is still in the proper position for exit. Thank you, God! Sadly, Mark and I saw the 6:45 a.m. time together as kind of a date. (Thanks to my fabulous sister!)

Success!
Ahhhh, Diet Coke. I was forbidden to eat or drink before the big flip.
Since we are kind of maxed out right now in terms of what we can handle, Mark just went ahead and made sure we weren't expecting any more surprises. Thankfully, he was all clear.

1987 Called...

They want their outfit back.

Popped collar.
Jean skirt. (light acid wash, obviously) Of course technically, these should be leggings, not tights.
Ava: um, see my trendy velour warm-up suit????
Mullet.
Oh well. At the end of the day your sister is your best friend no matter what decade you're sporting.

A wild hare...

Kaiya has TOTALLY different hair than Ava did. Ava had straight easy hair that always looked the same and she kept a bow in like a nice girl. :)

Kaiya has got some craziness going on. I feel responsible for this, although mine was even curlier than hers when I was little.

Here is the before. Darling, yes she is, but that hair is out of control!

This is what it looks like after a bath. But unless there is some major product involved, it ends up like the picture above.
With some TLC. (and t-i-g-i)
And a little ponytail in front so people know she is a girl. A bow you ask? Uh, yeah. Gone in 60 seconds from this little pumpkin. (or 2 seconds. or maybe 1). But what girl isn't worth her mama spending a few minutes on her hair!
Speaking of wild hair, postpartum ladies, can I get a witness? Did your hair freakishly fall out after childbirth and grow back in at inconvenient times in annoying ways? This piece of scariness has been taunting me for months now. It's actually getting pretty long, which is great, since I'm about to have a baby and it will fall out again and start the process all over.
And now, for the true wild hare....

Who shoots rabbits, anyway?!

those who've...seen us...know that not a thing can come between us

If you haven't seen the sisters song from White Christmas, you are missing a great piece of Americana. Anyway-had another fun couple days with my sisters.

We did crazy stuff like go through goodwill bags and stay in our pajamas for way too long.

My girls love their aunts! Incidentally, so do I! Don't worry, there were lots of donuts, just didn't get any pictures this year. :)

just some pictures about some stuff.

I'm in a real funk lately. This baby must be sucking the life out of me. Here's my best attempt at a post. :)

Kaiya's new demand: a fork to eat. Which rang a bell....

Same bat time, same bat channel. Well, not the exact same time. But you get the idea.
I'm intimidated, I don't know about you.
Those eyes kill me. Hmmm, let me consider your proposal.
OK! A kiss it is. :)
Yep, it has raw eggs. That's just the kind of rebel I am. And huge? Why yes. I am. Please don't feel the need to tell me I'm not. I'm fine with it. I didn't have stomach muscles when I got pregnant with Ava-much less now. And hey-it disguises all the cookie dough I eat.
Ava wearing Aunt Megan's jacket, and the baby doll wearing baby Isla's jacket. They were going to the store, FYI. Undoubtedly to get donuts. And maybe cookie dough. Although we really prefer homemade.
An apple a day...
does not keep the bruise on your forehead away. But cute, nonetheless.