Category: Kid Stuff

Mmmmm… Baby Food! (the fantastic place where I go to buy most of my staple grocery items for the house cheap) is having a giveaway for baby food, so I thought I’d take this opportunity to a) share the link, and b) share our experiences!

Averie’s been doing the stage 1 foods for just about a month now, and we’ve mastered things pretty quickly.  She made a good mess, and we had a bit of learning curve…  mainly we learned to

1) Use a plastic bib
2) Give her a spoon of her own to play with so she doesn’t grab the one we’re using and
3) Have wipes handy, but wait until she’s done eating so we can get fantastic photos out of the whole deal!

3 Month Update

Oh my goodness, I haven’t updated in AGES! Not much is new with me, but I’ll at least make sure the scoop on Miss Averie is in here! So much for keeping up with blogging!

Newborn – 1 Month – 2 Month Professional Shots


Daddy  started trying to give me bottles of pumped milk on 5/26, which I promptly rejected. Daddy got me to take 2 bottles finally overnight on 5/27 – so mommy finally got a bit of sleep! I let Emily give me a bottle on 5/28 (which is this picture) and then I let mommy give me one on 5/29. YAY! We started out with the Avent ones, I drooled most of it out the side of her mouth, but I tried! Eventually we figured out that I loved the glass bottle that Heather had bought, and mommy got more similar to it and Heather was nice enough to get a couple more of them when she was in Chicago. They’re great!

Picking out my favorite shoes with mommy

Lost my umbilical cord on May 15th!

Sarah also came to take my newborn pictures for us when I was 2 weeks old.


I had my first experience in a photography studio at JC Penneys – I loved the bright lights. Mom however screwed with my hair, it was cute and curly when it was wet – little did she know it was going to look so horrible when it dried if she didn’t comb it! I was quite the big girl though – holding my head up and posing really nicely! I didn’t even cry, I’m such a little ham!

First smile mommy managed to catch on camera. Dorky smile at that 🙂 At 6 weeks I REALLY started chatting, and I haven’t stopped since. At 7 weeks I started giving giant open mouthed grins when I was a happy camper. Definitely heart warming!

I got to see the parade and the fireworks in Monticello — none of it frightened me – and I even watched a lot of the parade! I only cried at the fireworks when they were over – though it’s still out for debate if I cried because of how loud the last boom was since it was a giant fireball or if I cried because they were over – but that wasn’t the point 🙂

I got beads at the parade!

Watching fireworks with mommy

Aaron’s side of the family had a greet the baby party – here’s great grandma barb.

3 other girls mom graduated high school with had baby girls within weeks of me!

Las came to visit me from Ireland/Houston

I graduated from the sink to my “big girl” bath-tub on 6/23!


Round 2 of the studio photography experience brought us to Sears. Mom brushed my hair this time… Sears called shortly after taking her pictures to ask if they could get a release from me to post an 8×10 collage of her in the studio. She’s famous already, haha…


Length Chart Weight Chart
I had my two month checkup and all was well. I’m growing and getting smarter and stronger everyday! (click to make my length and height charts bigger!)

Sometimes the only way I’m happy is if I’m outside enjoying the sunlight. I’ll scream and fuss until the second we walk out the door and then I’m fine!

I’ve found my thumb and I’m not afraid to use it! Mom’s not sure what to think of it yet…

I’m also much better at grabbing on to things and am working on figuring out how to get them in my mouth. Someone still has to hand me my links, but once I have ’em sometimes it’s hard to talk me into letting go!!

Daddy has me addicted to TV already. Mommy prefers it when I watch Baby Einstein with Moxie instead of the History Channel with Daddy.

Nana calls me “The Bug” which is a much better nickname than the one Mommy calls me (“Missy Moo”).  She’s promised me she’ll stop calling me that soon, but it hasn’t happened yet!

3 Weeks

Today (okay, well yesterday since it’s after midnight) Averie’s 3 weeks old. We went to the breastfeeding group at the hospital. She weighed in at 8lbs 12.5oz – meaning she’s gaining over an ounce a day.

Other than that, we’re going to start trying to give her bottles of pumped milk shortly, I wish that meant I’d get to sleep through the night. But it’s still a step in the right direction towards making sure we’re sorted when I go back to work.

Other than that — here’s a quick little video I took earlier today.  Yes, she makes piggy noises 😛

2 Weeks Old

Tuesday marked little miss Averie’s turning 2 weeks old — that’s half a month already! It seems like we only just brought her home.She weighed in at a good 8lbs, 5oz – she had gotten down to 6lbs 14oz at one point, so that was good progress! (Her original starting weight was 7lbs, 9oz). All her measurements were right in the middle of the curve, so she’s in rockstar shape.She’s still wearing newborn clothes – some of them are starting to get a bit small, some of them are still huge. Funny how that works out! She really likes to lay on my chest after she’s done eating and fall asleep. After laying there for a while she seems to decide that she’d prefer to lay on the other side of her face and she’ll spend a few seconds figuring out how to lift her head up and turn to face the other direction. It’s still an uncoordinated bobbing motion, but she gets there – and I’m sure over the coming weeks it’ll improve even more!

A girl from work stopped out and took some pictures of Averie last Sunday to work on her portfolio. I’ve seen a couple of them and they’re super cute. As soon as she gets the rest of them to me, I’ll be sure to post a few!

She’s decided that she only likes it when her daddy puts her in the crib — whenever I do it, she starts to scream and fuss. Last week she loved being put in her crib when she was wide awake, now this week I have to make sure she’s extremely passed out before she’ll let me put her in there, and then it’s for a shorter period of time since she’s usually managed to nap for a good 20 minutes before I put her into the crib in the first place. Daddy, however, can pick her up at almost any time and put her in the crib and she’s just fine!

Today we played with our sling – after a couple of tries I managed to get her situated into it just right and we walked around the house for a bit to make sure she was okay with it, then we walked to the mailbox at the end of the street and back home. After she survived that I decided she’d probably make it to main street and back, so I wrote out a check for our internet bill and we hiked down there — she snored the whole way there and back!

When Aaron left he put her down for me so she napped for the first while that he was gone. I managed to get a few things done around the house in the earlier hours. Then off and on between her feedings tonight I’ve put her back into the sling and carried her around while I worked on other tasks — Throughout the day I’ve managed to catch up all of our laundry, wash and put away the dishes in the dishwasher, picked up the kitchen and living room, spot cleaned the bathroom, and vacuumed the floors. Hurrah! That just leaves the trash and the cat litter for Aaron to do tonight (it’s garbage night). I’m proud of myself, but I’m getting exhausted, so I’m thinking that after this next feeding of hers that I’ll let her crash out on my chest and I’ll take a nap too…

Right, that’s about it for updates for the moment. I’ll leave ya with a couple of pictures!

1 Week Old

Okay, so she was a week old a couple of days ago, but that wasn’t the point.

I was going to try to post more often on here. Silly me – should have thought about how a baby requires loads of time! We’re slowly working out a routine though. Unfortunately I dont know how long the routine will last — Aaron was called back to work at Amana on a 3:30 to midnight shift — which is good and bad. Good ’cause it’s a job and income. Bad ’cause the plan was for us to not use daycare, and we still don’t want to use daycare if we don’t have to. Plus since we both work second shift, we have some slim pickings for daycare options… So for now he’s going to go back to work starting on Monday the 18th, and he’ll keep hunting for a different job with daytime hours that’d allow us to keep her home with one of us all the time – even if it’s part time job for him it’s better than having to dish out daycare money and leave her with someone else all the time. If all else fails, I may end up taking a longer leave from work than planned while he keeps hunting for a job elsewhere.

Otherwise Aaron’s doing an awesome job with Averie — he takes the late night shift so I can get some sleep. Last night I was in bed from 11-7, though I was up for an hour at 1 AM and again at 4:30 AM to feed her. Still – 6 hours of sleep while breastfeeding a newborn is nothing to complain about! Plus Aaron makes sure I have lunch and dinner, and changes diapers and brings her to me for feedings and wakes her up when she’s falling asleep and we need her up and gives her baths and takes care of the umbilical cord (cause I can’t – it’s just icky looking, but it’s about to fall off!). He’s a rockstar, and I love him muchly for all he’s doing especially right now!

Had my first mothers day on Sunday too – I got a cute card from Aaron and I silver locket from Averie that had her picture and birth date on the inside. Aww 🙂

Averie’s doing well – she’s finally fitting into her newborn clothes and looking super cute in them. I think Sarah is coming up this weekend to take pictures of her, which’ll be nice. I’m tempted to try to dress her up today and take pictures just for fun 😛

She’s determined to sleep on her side all the time – we’ll lay her on her back and she’ll kick and grunt until she’s managed to get herself propped up on her side with one arm under her head. Oddly enough it’s the exact same way as I sleep. Needless to say, I’m not too worried about it at this moment.

She doesn’t fuss about much of anything – only if she’s gone more than 3 hours without eating and she thinks she’s starving or if we’re changing her and she’s displeased that the changing pad is cold on her bare skin. Other than that she doesn’t make a whole lot of noise.

I keep debating when we should start looking into giving her bottles of pumped milk. I’ve heard mixed reviews of anywhere from 3 weeks to 6 weeks. I know you don’t have to use a bottle at all if you don’t want to…  but when I go back to work around 6 weeks, I don’t want to find out she refuses to take a bottle and try to argue our way through it while I’m gone all evening.

Other than that, not a lot to report! Things have been pretty quiet, we’ve had a handful of visitors here and there, and we’ve done a decent job of keeping the house picked up. (Well, this morning it’s a mess ’cause Aaron was a rockstar and did all of our laundry and then brought it all up to the living room for me to sort through and put away – I’m stalling, can ya tell?!)

Announcing the Arrival of Averie Rose!

I had a scheduled appointment with my OB for May 4th – which was my actual due date. At the appointment, I was at maybe 3 cm. Dr Bemus stripped my membranes (which was a bit painful, both after and during) but it wasn’t so bad that I felt like I was going to die. He let me know that he figured I’d likely go into labor either that night or the next day. Not too long after that I started having slight contractions, nothing that hurt too much. We went home and within a couple of hours they contractions were starting to hurt and were coming regularly – Aaron and I walked to the gas station to get some Ice Cream to help move things along (the walk was to move things along, the icecream was just there to make me happy!) Not long after we got home, they were under 5 minutes apart for 2 hours and we packed up to go to the hospital. I didn’t figure they’d keep me, as I could still talk through them. They hurt, but they didn’t hurt as much as I imagined they needed to. I text messaged mom, who of course headed in as well. In the end, I was sent home around 10:30 PM with an Ambien to help me sleep and instructions to come back when the contractions were stronger to the point that I couldn’t talk through them.

We headed home and I crashed out on the couch after Aaron made me a can of lasagna. (healthy, I know – but I wanted quick).  At this point I was still in pain, and it was increasing, but I didn’t want to look like an idiot and go back in too soon. I took the Ambien and tried to sleep. Aaron got ready for “bed” and slept in the chair – he took a shower and got dressed in normal clothes – even put his shoes on – so that as soon as I said “lets go” he was ready to go. I didn’t get much sleep overnight, I ended up with maybe an hour – the rest of the night was spent feeling miserable. By 7ish in the morning I knew that we would have to pack up and go soon or I was going to have a breakdown. We ended up back at the hospital hooked up to the monitors again. By this time I knew the drill. Unfortunately, when they checked me, I was still at 3 cm – no changes at all. At 10:30 AM the nurse let me know that they were going to admit me anyway – she apparently told the Dr on call that if they didn’t admit me I’d likely have to crawl out to leave judging by how much pain I was seemingly in. Aaron quick got a hold of my mom (who wasn’t impressed that we didn’t call her BEFORE heading to the hospital) and let his family know as well.

They sent me to room 1165 and got all of the IV’s hooked up. At 12:30 PM Dr Driscoll came into the room and talked to me for a bit and then broke my water. Shortly after that the anesthesiologist came to put the epidural in. I felt 100000000 times better! Aaron’s mom and Pauky showed up, but for the most part I was just hanging out crashed on the bed, not feeling any of the contractions. The first nurse (Deb) guessed my delivery time after 10 PM. Everyone else picked later hours close to her pick – Aaron opted to go against the grain and try to make me feel better by choosing 6:45 PM.

Around 4:30 PM my nurse Nicole wanted to check my cervix, so everyone dispersed to go get food for dinner. She checked it, said the number and I just stared at her like she was full of it – I was already at 8 cm. I hadn’t been feeling the contractions, but they’d obviously been working! Everyone was still at dinner and I started to feel more and more pressure over the next 30 minutes or so. Aaron came in and got the news. Nicole (new nurse) guessed my delivery time around 7:20 PM. By 5:00 people still weren’t back, but I was really feeling pressure – Nicole checked me again and I was 9.5 cm. She let me know that at any point in time I wanted to start pushing I could, as apparently some people think it’s more comfortable to push through that last cm rather than deal with the pain of the pressure. I held off until 5:20ish, but by then I felt like I needed to start pushing. Those who were back were sitting outside the door, the nurse popped out and told Aaron we were going to start pushing – thinking that caught him off guard! He came in and at around 5:30 the pushing started. And don’t let anyone tell you it’s not hard work!

Oddly enough, throughout the pushing there were many times where I felt like I could have pushed for a bit longer, but I was straining so hard that it felt like my eye was going to pop out. Aaron kept getting me cool washcloths, I tried to refrain from too much swearing – apparently I didn’t do too bad – although according to my mom at one point I did say something along the lines of “J** C** that f**-ing hurts!” and she followed it up with an Amen from outside the door. Oops! I kept pushing with just Nicole and Aaron in the room until I could really tell things were getting close, it hurt like hell and I was ready to be done. The nurse was paging everyone she could trying to get the Dr in the room. Eventually she had to tell me to stop pushing. HA! I sort of stopped, but really all I stopped was sitting up and making it obvious. After a few minutes there was this mad rush of nurses into the room and Dr Driscoll was there, ready to deliver her. At 7:07 she was born. She barely made a peep, her cries were sporadic, I wasn’t sure what to think, I was just listening hoping that everything was okay, Aaron said “She’s beautiful” so I did at least know she was still a girl. They put her on my stomach, he clipped the umbilical cord, she was wiped down and put on my chest while Dr Driscoll worked to help get the placenta out and stitch me up. I barely noticed.  She turned out to be a healthy, happy and adorable little girl!

The days in the hospital were a bit of a blur – she had a full head of hair and really captivated a lot of people because she was just so alert. Aaron said that as she was coming out, he was at first seeing nothing but hair and a cone head until it got to her nose or so, and then she was looking around. I’m sure that has to be a strange sight! We had tons of visitors – and I know I was out of it for most of the stay, sometimes I was to the point of being grumpy even, but I apologized and I’m pretty sure everyone understood! She really was a pretty baby in my eyes, and she was so well behaved right away! She took to nursing pretty easily – I had a few questions and struggles but in the end she did awesome and we’re getting along fantastically.

Speaking of fanstastic things – Aaron’s done an awesome job with volunteering to help out as much as he can with the middle of the night stuff – despite the fact that he can’t feed her – he can soothe her when she’s just fussy or upset, so he’s been staying up till 4 AM or so to make sure I can get some rest. And it’s time for me to wake him up now, so I’ll wrap this up there and get him up. She’s starting to mill about in her crib a bit, too so I better get a move on!

Averie Rose Gale
Born May 5th, 2009 at 7:07 PM
7 Lbs, 9 Oz – 20.5 Inches



We’ve got everything sorted for in the nursery, nothing more that we can think of to do. I keep walking in there and looking around trying to come up with anything that we might have missed and walk back out.   Aaron finished up all the artwork, and the rooms been scrubbed down pretty good.  I do need to eventually put one of the crib pads on the mattress and probably put a different clean sheet on it just because that ones been on there for a while and probably managed to get a bit dusty… but other than that…  I don’t have any ideas!!

I’m sure it won’t take long to fill that picture frame!  The cube unit right now is storing/hiding lots of baby essentials – diapers and bibs and burp cloths galore!  Artwork on the wall is all done by Aaron.  He gets a serious gold star!  I think it looks awesome!
One corner of the room – the closet is packed, the dresser is packed.  And the diaper bag is ready to go to the hospital (I need to move that to the car!)  Once again, Aaron gets credit for making the cute letters on the shelf above the dresser.  And we’ll find pictures for the frame in no time at all I’m sure!

I should have pulled the curtains back – the closet is jam packed with clothes – theres two rods in there that are FULL!  Plus I have two underbed storage totes under the crib holding clothes that are 3 months plus.  Spoiled little girl 🙂

Rocking chair that my dad refinished a long time ago…  Aaron recovered the seat, Jaime from work made the blanket.  The pink ottomon in front of the chair is full of little toys 🙂

And of course the crib…  We hung the comforter up on the wall since she can’t use it right away anyway.  I’m much happier with the curtains as they are now than I was with the tie up shades I had.  Many kudos to Heather and her mom for altering those into valances for me!!

Averie Rose

Well, she has a name…  we actually picked it out a while ago, but I thought I’d share now.

Averie Rose is what we came up with.  It took quite a bit of debating, and eventually we just had to sit ourselves down on the couch with a piece of paper and start writing down names and vetoing/crossing them off until we had just one left.

So far, the first thing people tend to notice is that her initials spell out “Arg!”  And I’m not bothered by this at all!

There are much worse things that initials could spell – plus I always felt kind of left out as a kid that my initials didn’t spell out anything!