My one month old!

He is the most expressive newborn we have had yet.
Make time stop! He is already a month old, and it is getting to that time where his newborn adorable outfits are getting snug. Thus far, we have been super blest with this little guy. He sleeps six hours straight, has not mixed his nights and days...yet. He only cries when hungry or dirty. Sadly, he has had thrush, but thankfully medicine has helped tremendously! Blaisey  Bear is loved by all his siblings and he is very protected by each of them. In fact, we can see their relationships already blooming in their own ways. Between Bumblebee's sweet nature of holding Bear's  paci to his mouth, or Tman's constant watch over Bear in his swing, and then Monkey's overjoyed willingness to share all toys with his first little brother, we are so excited to see their love for Bear.

Outside our door

So MN is known for three seasons, fall, winter, and construction/summer. Well, it seems to be the start of construction season since our city currently tore up our streets to redo the sewer lines.

      We are thrilled this is taking place so it can help the lake we live.close to. We are not thrilled that we dont have access to our driveway, or we have to hike to our car a block away, or that we get the joys of being woken by trucks at 6:50 a.m.each morning and the kids can't nap because of noise, and that the workers streadily work til 8:30 p.m. Geez, let us pray our construction season ends quickly!

I want to ride my....

Bicycle!!!!!!

Thats right folks, after four months of potty training, this little princess is completely dry. And after a month's worth of B talking about Dora the explorer riding a bike and how she wanted one, we caved and bought her one from a community garage sale yesterday. B had a super fun afternoon, picking her first helmet and then coming home to practice on our porch; she is a natural,on her bike so beware world because this little lady has wheels!

A sleepy Blaisey Bear

This is my favorite view all day long. And since he only sleeps when in our arms or is bjorned to us, it is perfectly fine by me!
  At two weeks old, he is the perfect little guy. He eats 20 minutes, every three hours, burps twice, then nods back to sleep. The only crying he sounds is for food or diaper changing. Like I said, he is perfect!!

Happy Easter

Blessed Easter!!

From our small, but growing family to yours!

One weeker

He is one week-old today!! Make time stop please...

Best shirt for a sassy pants

My hubby and daughter ran into Walgreens today to grab a few items. Bumblebee must have struck gold as she came back to the car with a bag in her grasp. As the car door opened, she immediately held her prize proudly for mommy's approval. Approval was immediate. Gotta love shopping with Daddy.

The Awesome porch gate

No more worrying about my kiddos escaping into the yard! Great-grandpa Ed designed it amd he with Superhubby's help built it for the kids and I! Perfect for this beautiful spring weather!

The Blaise Adventure

   We are thrilled to announce the birth of our son, Blaise Edward Allex! Last Friday, March 30. At 6:30 a.m., Super Hubby and I went to the hospital so I could be induced. Our kiddos were very excited to spend quality time with Great-grandma Ellie and Great-grandpa Ed, and we are so thankful for them coming to help us during this time.
    When we arrived, the nurses were able to poke the nasty I.V. in me without causing a panic attack for me. My doctor came to do a cervical check (3 cm) and hey! My water broke instantly! So we thought we would go an hour without pitocin to see if my natural contractions would progress...yea right, have I mentioned my womb takes my newborns hostage??
     Anyways, after an hour of walking the halls and lots of lunges, we got the pitocin started.  Walking, talking and spending quality time with Super Hubby and being visited by a priest for confession (you know to be spiritually solid for the delivery) was the rest of the morning.
      At noon I was checked again, 3.5 cm. Are you kidding me?!? More walking, tub time, and even an African tribal squat I picked up online.  The contractions were getting "stronger", and set in every three minutes, but nothing too horrible. My nurses were always suprised to come check on me with a smile on my face.
   At 3:30, my amazing mother-in-law/birthing coach/prayer warrior arrived, which clicked to my body it was a good time to get going...or so I thought. The nurses came and prepped the medical table, you never know when he could come they said..
      Then my fantastic doctor arrived at 4:30 to do a check and go hang in the dr. lounge. To my astonishment, I was only 4.5 cm at 4:30!! My dr said that his head was not in the right position, he was posterior hanging out and sucking his thumb. Gah!! Ok so another long walk we go, this time my hips puttin on a ton of pressure, but with Super Hubby pushing them together as contractions came it was still manageable. Got back to the room to sit n roll on the cool birthing ball and after twp contractions my body was yearning for the tub. So off to sit in the tub for what I thought would be an all-nighter.
    Through the contractions, Super Hubby would find some way to distract me, until at 5:45 p.m. when I thought, "My Lord, I am,not going to be able to take any more of this back labor pain!" So I asked for the nurse to check me; maybe there would be some progress like a 6.... And I felt like I needed to push, but there way no way I was there yet, at least I thought anyway.
   Well the nurse came in, drained the water (NO!!!!!!!!), checked me and BOOM! 9.5 cm! While I was bearing down a contraction,  nurse #1 asks if I can move to the bed... Umm, does she see what is happening here?? Meanwhile nurse #2 is a deer in the headlights and frozen so Super Hubby tells her go and get the dr...Super Hubby uses his Hulk-like powers and scoops me outta the tub and onto the bed... 6:00 p.m.
"he's crowning!!!" The nurse cries.    
    No time to strip the bed or grab the stirrups, nope not this baby. Nurse #2 pushes the emergency button, my dr races into the room. Contraction, push....... His head is out! One more push they tell me... But I can't, there's nothing for me to barr down on. And his arm is stuck... Dr manuevers quickly, and a push and there pops out our Blaise at 6:05 p.m. He was a perfect 8 pounds 3 oz, and 20 inches long. Adorable!!