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Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Little Leman
A few pics of the newest addition. Historically, AJ and I have guessed the gender correctly at the 20-week ultrasound. Then we change our minds 100 times and get it wrong on delivery day. In an unusual turn of events we got totally different vibes. Of course we tried to look for parts, like we always do, but the tech was cooperative with us and told us she would say anything sticking out down there was the cord insertion. I think it's a boy. Everything about it reminds me of Jack Jack. Weighs a little more than average, sitting breech right now, just like he was. Has a boyish look. AJ says all babies in utero look like boys and he has a gut feeling it's a girl. What do you say?
Friday, November 13, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Diaper Fairy Spotted in East Central Iowa
IOWA CITY, IA
Local authorities were alerted late Monday night that some sort of being resembling a pixie was spotted floating over the West side, close to Coralville. She appeared to be carrying a package and left a trail of star dust on the ground. Experts say it could have been the not oft-sighted diaper fairy, making her rounds.
Several residents of Northland Circle reported hearing clinking sounds and rustling, which could have been made by a wand and high-heeled shoes climbing up a tree. The Leman family of Northland circle reports that even their alert watch dog Beagle didn't stir, and remained sprawled out under the covers of their bed all night. "I didn't hear anything", reported Kim Leman. "We were fast asleep. That's the only time she comes, we've heard."
"We don't know if it was her or not," said AJ Leman, "What difference does it make? The diapers are gone and that's what I care about."
When asked for comment, Jack Leman would only say "Guh...Guh...Guh." Olivia Leman was busy trying on the new big girl panties and ballerina outfit she says the diaper fairy left for her. When asked what she thinks happened here last night, she replied matter of factly: "The diaper fairy left the night time diapers but took all the day time diapers away for the new babies. I'm a big 3-year-old guuurl!"
University of Iowa football coach Kirk Ferentz isn't worried about how the sparkling layer of dust left on the field at Kinnick Stadium will affect the Hawkeyes' winning streak on Halloween, as they prepare to take on Indiana. When asked to comment, Ferentz said, "She (the diaper fairy) played a heck of a game. We have nothing but respect and praise for her. If I could find a way to put her heart in my players' bodies, then wow, we could bring a national championship to Iowa."
Monday, October 12, 2009
oh sh#%
Yep...and that title is not hyperbole. Nope, the stuff was flowing at the Leman house tonight. Here is a rundown of events (if you are squeamish, you may not want to read this one).
I (AJ) am dressing Jack in the living room when I hear Livvie call out from the bathtub, "Whoa! Dad! There is a big poop in here!"
"Did you poop, Liv?"
"Yep, um, can I get out now?...and can you come get turtle? He has poop on him."
Ok, Ok, that is not so bad, right? I mean, she pooped in the tub, not a biggie. I go in, fish out the big chunks, salvage the toys, and wash the tub out. Once that is complete, Livvie informs me that she wants to wear big girl panties. I agree as we are trying to potty train her. Things go great for the next 10 minutes. After that Liv starts to tell me that her tummy hurts. Now, usually this means that she has to poop, but since she just had a big one, I figure that it is due to all the marshmallows and grapes that she has been eating (great snack, huh?). I tell her to lay down for a bit while I read to Jack and put him down for bed. Here comes round 2:
No sooner do I start reading to Jack, when Livvie yells, "I have to go potty!" I quick jump up and run to meet her in the living room where I am greeted by (this is gross) poop squirting out of her big girl panties onto everything: the floor, the rug, the chair, etc...
For a second...I panic...then I get my act together and tell her to squeeze her legs together and I quick throw her in the tub. Meanwhile, Jack has wandered out from the bedroom and almost steps right in it. I quickly get him to his pack n play but come back out to see Chubs licking it all up (i know - so, so nasty). Livvie, who is still in the tub, is saying how funny her legs feel. I look at her legs and they are covered with brown crap (literally).
ugh...
As I get Liv dressed (again) for the night, she looks up at me and says, "Wow Dad, that was crazy!" Indeed Livvie, indeed.
PS - just as i typed that last line, I heard a little voice call to me from Liv's room, "I have a poooop." Guess I gotta go...
I (AJ) am dressing Jack in the living room when I hear Livvie call out from the bathtub, "Whoa! Dad! There is a big poop in here!"
"Did you poop, Liv?"
"Yep, um, can I get out now?...and can you come get turtle? He has poop on him."
Ok, Ok, that is not so bad, right? I mean, she pooped in the tub, not a biggie. I go in, fish out the big chunks, salvage the toys, and wash the tub out. Once that is complete, Livvie informs me that she wants to wear big girl panties. I agree as we are trying to potty train her. Things go great for the next 10 minutes. After that Liv starts to tell me that her tummy hurts. Now, usually this means that she has to poop, but since she just had a big one, I figure that it is due to all the marshmallows and grapes that she has been eating (great snack, huh?). I tell her to lay down for a bit while I read to Jack and put him down for bed. Here comes round 2:
No sooner do I start reading to Jack, when Livvie yells, "I have to go potty!" I quick jump up and run to meet her in the living room where I am greeted by (this is gross) poop squirting out of her big girl panties onto everything: the floor, the rug, the chair, etc...
For a second...I panic...then I get my act together and tell her to squeeze her legs together and I quick throw her in the tub. Meanwhile, Jack has wandered out from the bedroom and almost steps right in it. I quickly get him to his pack n play but come back out to see Chubs licking it all up (i know - so, so nasty). Livvie, who is still in the tub, is saying how funny her legs feel. I look at her legs and they are covered with brown crap (literally).
ugh...
As I get Liv dressed (again) for the night, she looks up at me and says, "Wow Dad, that was crazy!" Indeed Livvie, indeed.
PS - just as i typed that last line, I heard a little voice call to me from Liv's room, "I have a poooop." Guess I gotta go...
Friday, October 9, 2009
a hard week
I thought I'd take a moment to write about the terrible week I'm having. Uplifting, isn't it? No cute stories or pictures of the kids today.
It's just been...sigh. Frustrating. For the first few days of the week, AJ was gone day and night, and being alone with the kids without a break, one day into the next...ugh. Not that much fun.
On top of that Livvie got sick, like she always does when we're a 1-parent household. Poor Jack was so cooped up in the house those couple of days while I was tending to her that he just started to go crazy with his excess energy and tear everything apart.
Because she was sick I had to miss a class, which put me behind in a subject that I already dislike and am not great at - Chemistry.
My dad and my stepmom were here last weekend, which was wonderful, and even though we're only 4 hours drive away, it just made me feel a little sad that I'm not closer (geographically) to my parents. Some days I wish they all lived down the street.
I'm still making a run for the bathroom once, twice, three times a day...and when I'm not puking I'm wiped out. It's like having the flu for 4 months. I and my friend Janel, who is going into her third trimester dealing with sciataca in her pregnancy, discussed on the phone the other day just how difficult it is to live day in and day out not feeling healthy, not feeling well, and just generally not feeling like you. It is wearing.
And then last night I got my first Chemistry test back...B. I know what you're thinking. But I've never been one of those people that just can't live without an A. At least not before. It was the final tipping point. I broke down crying in the car all the way home from Cedar Rapids on the phone to AJ. I think this is just one of the many times that all of this has and is going to feel so hard. AJ's getting a PhD. I'm taking night classes. We're raising toddlers. I'm pregnant. We're trying to maintain some semblance of social normality with our friends and family. Here I am in the car asking myself: What am I doing? This is the best I can do right now, but what if it's not good enough?
Thankfully God gave me what I needed through the reasoning voice of AJ, who reminded me that this was not the end of the road. Yes, I am disappointed and frustrated and tired and sick. But I really believe this is what I'm made for and that I'm following Jesus into it. And if I believe that then I have to be willing at some level to say, "It's not going to be perfect, I don't know if it's good enough, but I trust you more, God. I'm going for it and let the chips fall where they may." This certainly won't be the last time I'll be wondering what I've gotten myself into, I'm quite sure. It will be hard. It will stretch us as a family. It'll stretch AJ and I as a couple, me individually. I'm not very good at hanging on to big pictures, so I'll rely on the rest of you to help me get there! Thanks for all your love and support.
It's just been...sigh. Frustrating. For the first few days of the week, AJ was gone day and night, and being alone with the kids without a break, one day into the next...ugh. Not that much fun.
On top of that Livvie got sick, like she always does when we're a 1-parent household. Poor Jack was so cooped up in the house those couple of days while I was tending to her that he just started to go crazy with his excess energy and tear everything apart.
Because she was sick I had to miss a class, which put me behind in a subject that I already dislike and am not great at - Chemistry.
My dad and my stepmom were here last weekend, which was wonderful, and even though we're only 4 hours drive away, it just made me feel a little sad that I'm not closer (geographically) to my parents. Some days I wish they all lived down the street.
I'm still making a run for the bathroom once, twice, three times a day...and when I'm not puking I'm wiped out. It's like having the flu for 4 months. I and my friend Janel, who is going into her third trimester dealing with sciataca in her pregnancy, discussed on the phone the other day just how difficult it is to live day in and day out not feeling healthy, not feeling well, and just generally not feeling like you. It is wearing.
And then last night I got my first Chemistry test back...B. I know what you're thinking. But I've never been one of those people that just can't live without an A. At least not before. It was the final tipping point. I broke down crying in the car all the way home from Cedar Rapids on the phone to AJ. I think this is just one of the many times that all of this has and is going to feel so hard. AJ's getting a PhD. I'm taking night classes. We're raising toddlers. I'm pregnant. We're trying to maintain some semblance of social normality with our friends and family. Here I am in the car asking myself: What am I doing? This is the best I can do right now, but what if it's not good enough?
Thankfully God gave me what I needed through the reasoning voice of AJ, who reminded me that this was not the end of the road. Yes, I am disappointed and frustrated and tired and sick. But I really believe this is what I'm made for and that I'm following Jesus into it. And if I believe that then I have to be willing at some level to say, "It's not going to be perfect, I don't know if it's good enough, but I trust you more, God. I'm going for it and let the chips fall where they may." This certainly won't be the last time I'll be wondering what I've gotten myself into, I'm quite sure. It will be hard. It will stretch us as a family. It'll stretch AJ and I as a couple, me individually. I'm not very good at hanging on to big pictures, so I'll rely on the rest of you to help me get there! Thanks for all your love and support.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Sunday, September 6, 2009
and a beer for the little lady
It happened finally. At naptime today Livvie asked AJ, as he handed her a sippy cup of water, "Dad, instead of my water, can I just have a beer?"
I heard astonished laughing and then AJ managed, "Why don't you go ask your mom?" Livvie came marching out to the living room with a slightly modified request.
"Mom, can I have a soda with a little beer inside of it?" (Whatever you may be thinking, this is a cocktail previously unheard of in the Leman household.)
I stifled my giggle and said, "Honey you can try a little soda for a treat when you wake up from your nap, but not a beer. When you are much bigger you can have a beer." To which she replied with giant saucer eyes:
"Then, can I just have a little beer?"
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