Everyday lives of the Meabon Household
Showing posts with label Jared. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jared. Show all posts

Friday, January 25, 2013

A Little R&R


Ah, Jared and I spent 5 days relaxing and rejuvenating ourselves on the beaches of the Dominican Republic thanks to all of his hard work over this last year.  It was the President's Club vacation for his work and we really loved the DR.  Thank you to Grammie, Honey and Grandy who all pulled grandparenting duty so that we could get away!

And if I may brag for just one second, Mr. Meabon earned himself a promotion to kick off the new year.  Way to go My Love!



Dinner at Mikhail Baryshnikov's house - muy rico!
 




Sunday, September 23, 2012

6 years

Happy 6th Anniversary ML!  I love you T-Knuckle Beats!



Sunday, September 9, 2012

Here we go Steelers, here we go!

The first of many Steelers Sundays for the rest of your life Harris Meabon.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Scenes from the iPhone

Jared has been traveling like crazy for work.  We counted and in the month of July, he was gone 20 of the 31 days.  I have a huge amount of respect for single and military moms!  But with Jared out of town, we like to keep him updated on our daily activities via text pictures.  And if we're lucky, we get a picture back from him.  I'm going to try to do this more often in "Scenes from the iPhone" since it helps capture my kids' day-to-day.





 





















Monday, June 18, 2012

Happy Father's Day!

Keep up the good work Mr. Meabon! We love you!


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Monday, April 2, 2012

Midnight Communication

With a newborn in the house that's still sleeping in a bassinet in our room and us waking up a few times throughout the night, I realize that Jared and I communicate very differently in the middle of the night (in a tired, zombie-like state) compared to our normal means of communication in broad daylight.  These communication tactics have come into play in the past when Harper has been sick, teething or just had a bad night but since we're experiencing a few straight weeks of interrupted sleep, they have become glaringly obvious.  So I thought I'd share a few of our "conversations".  They tend to be non-verbal and, due to the non-verbal nature, can be interpreted differently from the actual meaning.  So here's my breakdown and interpretation of midnight communication between my husband and me.  

The Stand Off - Obviously, Jared isn't equipped with the means to provide the needed nourishment to Harris at 1am, 4am and 7am like I am so when it comes to the feedings, it's all me.  There are, however, times when The Boy has been fed, soothed back to sleep and placed back in the bassinet.  I crawl into bed, get nice and comfy and then start to hear little grunts coming from that 7 pound peanut in the corner.  The grunts continue to get louder and at that time, The Stand Off commences.  This is the time when Jared and I both know the other is awake.  More often than not, we've reached over and given a little pat, bump or snort of acknowledgement about 2 minutes prior to The Stand Off so it becomes a waiting game.  Who can fake sleep better?  Who will be the first to cave in at the grunting baby, get up, walk four feet to the bassinet and give the necessary pat, pat, pat or replace the pacifier that's fallen out of The Boy's mouth?   We will both lay there, trying to fake the heavy breathing that means, "yes, I am really asleep and dreaming" and hope for dear life that the other will drag their tired body out of bed to address the needs of the newborn in the corner.  I'll let you in on a little secret.  If you get up with the first grunt and give the pat, pat, pat and replace the paci, chances are if and when the grunting continues (meaning Harris needs to be picked up and held for a few more minutes until he dozes back off) you can be the one resting back in bed since you've already had "your turn".  Don't tell Jared that I've figured out this secret though.  

The Cover Throw - The Stand Off often leads to The Cover Throw.  The Cover Throw is the over exaggerated, overly dramatic and completely unnecessary toss of the covers when the designated parent is getting up to address said grunting baby.  It's often accompanied by a loud sigh or "ugh!" and really only comes into play on tough nights or multiple grunting episodes when the child won't settle down.  Jared and I are both guilty of The Cover Throw but we've come to realize we have different intentions.  Jared's Cover Throw is just an exclamation so that I'll know how flipping annoyed he is to have to get up.  My Cover Throw usually ends on my husband's rib cage or any body part that is reachable in the arc of my Cover Throw and has every intention to wake him up if he isn't already awake.  For a while, Jared actually thought I was accidentally hitting him with my Cover Throwing.  Sweet thang - he actually thought his wife was nice!  A warning:  the cover throw will, most definitely, get you made fun of either directly after the throw or over breakfast the following morning.  

The Stink Eye - This one is almost all Jared.  Since I am the aforementioned lactator of the Meabon household, there comes a time within every feeding that I need to get a burp out of my child.  And so ensues the bhap-bhap-bhap-bhap sound that comes with burping a child.  When done in the middle of the night in an otherwise quiet house, this light patting can seem like a jackhammer in your ear.  About one out of every three times, Jared will roll over, crack open one eye and give me a look that says, "Are you freaking serious????"  But really, what am I suppose to do?  Let that air bubble sit in my child's stomach causing them to vomit on themselves in their sleep?  I think not.  So I try to turn a blind eye to the Stink Eye - easier said than done!

The Verbal "Oh, Are You Serious"???? - This is the very verbal, very much intentioned exclamation of "Oh, Are You Serious" that comes only after a full session of changing a diaper, feeding child, burping the child, re-swaddling the child and getting them all snuggled in to drift back to sleep when you hear it.  That unforgettable and extremely audible bowel movement that can't imaginably come from such a small, innocent looking creature.  And when you realize you have to unswaddle and completely disturb that baby to change that diaper, you will most certainly feel the need to utter "Oh, Are You Serious???" loud enough to wake your partner so that you aren't suffering this horrible fate alone.  And if that child continues to....er.....make their movement while you are in the middle of changing the diaper and it sprays on you?  Well, let's just say "Oh, Are You Serious????" might get turned into "What The @$*^#%!!!  How Is This Possible?!?!?!" with every intention of waking up the sleeping body in your nice, comfortable looking bed that you are aching to crawl back in to.  

So these are just a few observations I've made in the middle of the night.  We know this stage will pass and we'll get back to restful nights again in the near future but, until then, the midnight communication continues!

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Thoughts on pregnancy round #2

Here I am, 25 weeks/6 months into this pregnancy and I think it's appropriate to write down some thoughts about pregnancy with NĂºmero Dos.

- Second children really do get a bit of a raw deal. With my first pregnancy, I was SO in tune to everything going on with the baby. I could tell you details like when the baby was forming fingernails, when it could begin to see the sunlight or bright lights shining through my belly and when it started taking practice breaths. Someone would ask me how far along I was and I'd answer "23 weeks and 2 days". I checked my pregnancy app on my phone daily to find out little details about pregnancy and what I should be doing. This time around, I've literally had moments where I have to remind myself I'm pregnant. Ask me how far along I am and I'll probably give you a look of confusion and answer, "Uh, I'm due in March so, what? 6 months?". We haven't made any nursery purchases, nor have we decided anything about his room and he will, most likely, be wearing his sister's pink pajamas when he arrives. And while I'm being careful about what goes into my body, I'm definitely not being the deli meat Nazi that I was the first time around.

- There is no scientific research behind this next statement but purely my own theory. I think carrying a boy and, therefore, having testosterone in your body that you aren't use to can make you a crazy, raging psycho. My patience level is just about non-existent. I can go from happy as a lark to stark raving lunatic in about 2 seconds. Don't believe me? Ask my poor husband. Wow. There are times I surprise myself! And I'm chalking this up to the testosterone. I was not like this with Harper. I was peaceful, happy and hungry. Now I feel like everyone around me is trying to push my buttons...and I'm still hungry. So if I snap on you or you walk away from an interaction with me thinking, "geez, what a hag!", I apologize in advance and promise to be normal again in March. Well, make that May when I have some sleep.

- Jar and I are both a little baffled that we saw this little guy in our last sonogram at 18 weeks and now won't see him again until he's here in person. You have to remember that we had weekly sonos with Harps so got to see her all of the time. This time, we hit the major check points with the anatomy scan and that was that. Kinda weird.

- We're also freaking out a little that we really don't know what it's like to have a newborn at home. Harper was over 2 months old when we brought her home. She was sleeping through the night and we didn't have to deal with those awkward moments like when their belly button falls off. Do we need to be taking those parenting classes at the hospital???

- My boobs are huge. And not in a good way. In a way where I have cleavage wearing a turtle neck. My husband might disagree but I am not amused. Why couldn't I be waif-like with size A cups?!?!

- Please don't tell me that we won't be as lucky with this baby as we've been with Harper from a personality standpoint. I realize that Harper might be the most easy-going child on the face of the planet. You are right, we might not get "that lucky". I would prefer children with unique personalities and things that make them special. We might have another mellow mushroom but, then again, we might not. But for some reason this statement always rubs me the wrong way. It makes me think people are wishing us an unruly child. You might get to see that psycho crazy I was taking about earlier if you bring up the "lucky" thing.

- I'm eating way too many pepperocinis for it to be healthy. If I haven't burned a hole in my stomach, I'm a little surprised. I set a jar out while I make both lunch and dinner and munch away like they're popcorn. I go through two jars a week - seriously. This kid is going to like spicy food whether he wants to or not.

- Confession: If I'm wearing a blousey shirt and you might not totally know if I'm pregnant or not at first glance, there have been times where I grip my stomach like I feel a kick, just so the person behind me at the grocery store knows it's a baby belly, not a taco belly. And no, there probably was no kick.

- All this being said, I still really like being pregnant. I love those bumps and kicks. They make me smile.

Friday, September 23, 2011

5 Years

Happy 5th anniversary to my husband!




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Sunday, June 19, 2011

Happy Father's Day!

  

"He didn't tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it.
-Clarence Budington Kelland

Happy Father's Day to my amazing husband!  We're figuring out this thing called parenthood together and I wouldn't want anyone else by my side.  I fall in love when I see you with your baby girl.  She lights up when you walk in the room and I am so thankful to have you in Harper's life and mine.