Thursday, October 30, 2014

2 Year Check-up

Charlie had his 2 year check up yesterday morning. He is doing really well - and is a little peanut! He's a little over 34 inches (between 35th-50th percentile) but is a lightweight at ust over 25 pounds (around 15th percentile). Of course his head, at 20 inches, puts him around the 95th percentile! He really seems to have dad's wiry build (and the classic Oliver head!). He eats really well but is constantly on the move...

Though he does love to draw and scribble.

And he loves snuggling with his brother.

And going out to eat!

And it's an ordeal to get him out of his spiderman costume!

Lovely, funny, little Charlie.

Sunday, October 26, 2014

Charlie's birthday weekend!

Last Friday Charlie turned TWO! Difficult to believe... we had a super fun weekend to continue the celebrations. Raf was at school, Rich and I were at work, so Chas spent most of the day with Annie and Audrey. I picked him up early for a late lunch and we had a nice afternoon together before heading to Raf's swim class, which preceded our family birthday party.  Charlie discovered the box to his special birthday pressie - a ride-on little truck. He was very excited.

Birthday lunch...

Birthday tea...

Lovely boys.

Raf was very keen to open the pressies...

A basketball hoop from Nana!

Aunty Bex sent a very cool dress-up construction worker kit.

Uh oh... road works.

One of Charlie's favourite presents was a book called 'Good night. Good night, Construction Site'! Thanks Aunty Alice and Uncle Christian for that and the other lovely gifts.

The next morning, after more swim classes, we tried to beat the forecasted rain as we headed to a big maze. Charlie fell asleep en route, so we decided to nix that plan and headed to a local farm to do some apple picking as they also have a little hay maze in a barn. Raf had tremendous fun whilst Chas had a little sleep.

Then we zipped the other way - all the boys (including Rich!) sleeping, and took a trolley ride. It was one of the loveliest trolley's we'd ridden in all season long, with heat on, too!

All of us starving, we ate at a restaurant in Kennebunk, where Charlie finished off the biggest bowl of pasta! He was starving.

Construction worker Charlie...

Reading his favourite construction book...

On the Sunday we headed to a friend's birthday party! At the ice-rink... To say we feared disaster would be understating it. But Raf had a fine time, even though he exclaimed, 'that was a disaster', as he hobbled off the ice. Another mum (who can skate!) took him back on and he did much better. He really did have fun. Even Charlie had a quick go....

We truly are an appallingly bad ice-skating family!

Fun birthday celebration!

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Charlie Boy.

On the night Charlie was born... Two years later and I still haven't written about that lovely, exhausting, painful day! I'd been dealing with excess fluid, had been expecting him at any point after being on bed rest from 30 weeks on, and was really feeling ready to not be pregnant. And so at just shy of 41 weeks I went in to Mercy to be induced. I was also a little concerned about the higher risk of cord prolapse that can happen when you have excess amniotic fluid...

On the morning of the 17th, we headed to the hospital to meet with Jen, my very favourite midwife. Raf had gone to preschool and our friend Margaret picked him up and took him home, and there he stayed. Meanwhile, we started the induction with cervidil.  Well, hours later (with constant, worthless contractions) and many episodes of Parenthood watched, we had to make a decision about what to do - go home and begin again tomorrow, try pitocin, or break my waters. We chose the latter - and literally within minutes (after a massive tidal wave of amniotic fluid) I was in full blown labour.

The nurse was brilliant - so calm and helpful. With each contraction I popped on my hypnobabies tape and became very still. very, very quickly I reached transition. I was shaking but also remember feeling truly serene. I had a strong image of my dad, said something silently to him, and felt really at peace. And then into the tub I went - the water was so lovely and warm but I have to say that the pain was incredible. The contractions were one thing, but Charlie basically made his way into my birth canal in record speed and it was fairly agonizing. I know that I must have looked like a loon, because at one point I was so hot in the tub, didn't want to get out, and the nurse was putting et towels on my head!

I have a very vivid memory of asking for a tums as I suddenly experienced terrible acid. The nurse ran off, but by the time she got back, I very sheepishly and apologetically admitted that I no longer wanted it. By that point the hypnobabies narrator was driving me crazy so I asked Rich to turn it off, and then it was time to push. I'll try not to go on and on about how painful this was (fast labours are clearly more intense than longer ones!), but I could barely move when Jen needed me to, so bless her, she rolled up her trousers and got in the water to help bring Charlie safely into the world.

Complete euphoria! There is simply nothing like holding your child for the first time, particularly after such agony! It was getting close to midnight and frankly I have never felt more exhausted but exhilarated.

Here he is... just a few minutes old.

Charlie basically stayed up that entire night - while Rich slept :) Here he is catching up on some sleep the very next morning.

And a reminder of Raf's first meeting...  <3 nbsp="" p="">

And then, in a blink of an eye, he turned ONE!

And tomorrow he turns two. He is such a funny, funny boy.  He often insists on wearing half his clothes to bed - especially jumpers and hoodies. He sing songs, 'scuse me, Raf/Mummy' as he barges past us, or shoves us out of the way, he's painfully persistent when he wants something or doesn't want to do something. Brushing teeth is always a portrait of torture, and yet he is the most resilient kiddo I know. Blood could be dripping from his face and he'll reassure you, 'okay mummy'! He and Raf are the best ever chums, and every day he amazes me with the things that he says or the level of his understanding. His little golden curls and his petite body remind me so much of my dad - and I have to think, given his sweetness and feistiness, that they would have had much in common.