What Goes Around Comes Around

Right before we were going to get the boys ready for bed I noticed that Makaio had pooped his pants. Knowing that it was Sterling's turn to pray with him tonight I didn't say anything and I definitely didn't change him. I tried to pawn him off on Sterling before we went upstairs but Sterling said he would just get Makaio once we were upstairs.

Once we made it to the bedroom I put Makaio on the floor and told Sterling he pooped. Sterling started laughing and asked if that is why I wanted him to carry Makaio upstairs. Of course I admitted that it was the reason. Sterling proceeded to tell me that Kekoa had a full diaper as well. I happily started to change Kekoa's diaper because at least it would only be wet. To my dismay Kekoa had also pooped. Stering laughed right out loud at that.

12 Month Stats

Yesterday we had our 12 month well child check-up and I am so grateful that Sterling came to help. Not only did they have immunizations but they also had to have blood tests which made for a doubly horrible day.

I generally do this kind of stuff on my own but since it was their last appointment here in Minnesota Sterling decided to come along. Oh how grateful I was for this choice. The boys cried harder and louder than they have ever cried and so much so that Kekoa fell right to sleep after the immunizations. Unfortunately he had a rude awakening when we were called in for them to draw his blood and he got poked again. Makaio on the other hand cried after his immunizations and then screamed for the entire blood draw. One question, why don't they hire people to hold the baby down so that the parent doesn't have to do it and look like the bad guy?

Makaio - 17 lbs 14 oz - 28.5 inches

Kekoa - 17 lbs 3 oz - 27.5 inches

Both babies are doing really well and are meeting most milestones for their adjusted age.

Sometimes getting older just isn't as fun as we would like it to be!

Where Did the Time Go?

One year ago today Sterling and I went to see my OBGYN to find out if we would be moving to Minnesota two days later. There was a part of me that thought we would be moving for sure and yet somehow I knew it wouldn't happen. During the appointment we found out that not only would we not be moving to Minnesota but we would probably be meeting our two boys within the next couple of days.

Throughout the day the doctors kept checking on me to make sure that things were not progressing toward delivery. At 6:00 pm I was having my final check with the day shift and by 6:30 pm we knew that the babies would be delivered before the end of the day. 1 hour and 58 minutes later Makaio was born and two minutes later Kekoa joined us. It was a rocky start but looking at the boys today it is hard to believe that the beginning of their lives was so fragile.

I can't believe this year has passed so quickly. Look at how far they have come in one year!

Makaio

June 01, 2010

Makaio

June 01, 2011

Kekoa

June 01, 2010

Kekoa

June 01, 2011

Doing Business

My best friend in college trained service dogs and by trained service dogs I mean raised them and taught them how to "do their business" on demand. I learned this shortly after we had become friends and I learned it in a very awkward manner.

One day when I was at her home I asked if I could use the restroom. Once I was in the restroom I could hear someone outside the bathroom window saying "do your business." At first I thought it was a joke and so I chuckled to myself but then the phrase was repeated over and over and over until I finished doing my business. It turns out that the dog and I happened to be doing to same thing at the same time and thankfully the encouragement was for the dog and not me. How embarrassing would that have been? Anyway...

For the past couple of weeks I have noticed that every day around 11:00 am Makaio wants to get back into his crib. I say this as if he can talk and requests to be taken to his crib but actually it has been a frustrating time of trying to figure out what is the correct translation f0r rolling around screaming and whining. After a couple of days of this morning time ritual I just started putting him in his crib and letting him figure it out.

He generally starts to calm down as we walk down the hallway to his bedroom and then once he is in his crib out come the smiles and laughter. I tried to convince myself that he just needed some alone time but when it came down to it my feelings were a little hurt that he would rather play in the crib than play with Kekoa and me.

I let this go on for a week or so and then I had to call my mother. I explained the situation to my mother and she said that maybe he just feels safe and comfortable in his crib. I graciously accepted this explanation but decided to pull out my detective cap and see if there was anything else that routinely happened in conjunction with these minor fits.

It only took me two days to figure out that when he was finally happy and ready to play nicely again I always had to change a poopy diaper. The third day confirmed my findings and it appears that Makaio views his crib as both a crib and a litter box.

So what do these two stories have in common? Nothing really unless you want to think of me putting him in his crib as permission to "do his business." The funny thing however is that somehow this all made sense when I started writing and now, well, you be the judge.