Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Us Five

There's getting to be a lot of boys around here these days. :)

We are settling in nicely as a household of five (six, actually, since Mom is here for a week). The boys really enjoy their new baby brother. Gabe, in particular, loves to hold him and to "help". He talks about how nice it is to have a new brother, and informed me that he doesn't really have time to help with Israel now. :) He clambered right up into the hospital bed when Mom and Dad brought the boys in on Friday evening and very eagerly and proudly held Zion close. He calls him "Ryan" sometimes. When I corrected him the other day, he told me that it was the same thing as Zion. He just loves him, and talks about how cute he is.
I found Gabe padding out of our bedroom on our first full day home, and went in to find three very carefully and lovingly arranged pacifiers right where the baby could get to them if he so needed. :)
When Israel first saw Zion, his eyes were kind of big and he was just not quite sure about things. Somehow, someway, he could tell that there was a significance to his life in the fact that Mommy was holding a baby. He wanted to stay with Grandma at first, and didn't want to hold Zion - until a few minutes later when he was ready. He loves to climb up and watch when I change or feed Zion. He is a fascinated observer.
Here he is with a day of familiarity. I love this picture!
Mom is a huge help as usual. Here she is giving Zion his first bath at home.
He HATES baths. And diaper changes. Although a post-bath paci helps. :)
It's nice to have her around to help not only with the practical things, but also with the boys as a buffer to the change that is happening. There is someone else around to dispense TLC as needed. I think that both boys - but especially Gabe - are adjusting to Mommy having less time. Gabe is pretty Mommy-needy anyways...so this has led to more acting up. Sigh. But it's ok - it's just part of the adjustment.

Zion did not really go to sleep soundly until around 3 AM for the first two days, and then he slept for 3-4 hours. The past several days he has switched into more of a schedule, and I have had to wake him to feed him. That's a nice change!! He was been kind of fussy, until I rediscovered gripe water and changed up some things in my diet - like black tea :( :( :(. I will sorely miss it's absence. I feel pretty tired...but otherwise good.

Zion is already starting to fill out his baggy baby skin. :) That would be because he is a champion eater, that son of mine. He's doing great. He also (praise the Lord!!!) is taking a pacifier. I LOVE pacifiers!!! (Israel never would take one.) They are such a great soother. His umbilical cord fell off at 4 days - that is the fastest for any of my kids.

Here's two humorous Gabe observations to leave you with. When Mom and Dad had brought the boys into the hospital that first night to visit their new little brother, Gabe asked with furrowed brow - "Mommy, is this the baby that was in your tummy?"

"Yes, Gabe, it is that baby."

He gently touched my stomach. "Is there another little baby in there now?" :) Apparently I still look a "little" pregnant. Heh heh.

He is also very interested in how he could also nurse the baby. Today he was musing that perhaps if he drinks a whole lot of water that he would have milk for the baby. Such a downer for him when Mommy informs him that this is not possible. :) He is really sweet with Zion.

And here's a bunch more pictures of the "new new baby".

Friday, September 26, 2008

I Hatched

Zion David Miller was born at 3:50 AM on Friday, September 26, 2008. He was 6 pounds 8 ounces, and 19 1/2 inches long. He was born 12 minutes after I entered the hospital. Heh heh. :)
I had had contractions 10 minutes apart for 2 days. I called the doctor's office after a sleepless night full of contractions on Sept. 25, but they told me not to come in until my contractions were 5 minutes apart for an hour. They had continued to strengthen as the days went on, but were not any closer together. On Thursday evening, I took an early bath and laid down, hoping that I could get some sleep, since I had only an hour of sleep from the night before. I quickly discovered that sleep was not going to be an option - my contractions were really painful laying down.

I had spent the entire day reading online about prolonged early labor...and how people would go days to a week before having their wee one, and be really exhausted because of all the sleepless nights, so I was basically prepared to be enduring this for several more days. I felt very uncertain as to what "real labor" looked like, since I was basically induced with both boys, where they broke my water and then I got an epidural.

I decided to make good use of our whirlpool tub and filled it up to weather the night. I soaked in the tub from 11:00 PM till 2:00 AM, during which my contractions went from 10 minutes to 5 minutes, then 10 minutes, then 5 minutes for about 5 contractions, then 10 minutes - followed by a REALLY strong contraction. I got out of the tub because I was hungry and I wanted to see if my contractions were closer together when I was walking around. A few minutes later I started to feel some contractions that seemed pretty close together, but really felt like my brain was fuzzy and I wanted Tim to get up and help me figure out if this was the real deal and give me some company because I was pretty uncomfortable.

I woke him up around 2:30 AM, and basically started having contractions every 2-3 minutes as he walked around groggily and a little confused as to what I was asking of him. After I started bawling my head off because he wasn't with me, Tim finally figured out that his wife was in actual, serious labor, and that we needed to call Elvida to come over to stay with the boys, Mom and Dad to come to DE, and put my stuff in the minivan. We left the house around 3:05 AM, heading toward Beebe Hospital in Lewes, which is about 35 minutes away from Bridgeville. My contractions continued at 2-3 minutes apart. I wondered a little worriedly if we were going to make it to Lewes, and considered going to Nanticoke instead, which was 10 minutes away, but rejected it because I wanted to have the option for an epidural. I was in the front passenger seat, facing backwards, leaning between the seats. It was pouring rain, and was a terrible night to have to hurry to the hospital.

I watched the clock tick by the minutes. I could make it another 17 minutes. I could make it another 13 minutes. I had a few worrisome observations - I was shivering, like you do in advanced labor, and seemed to feel more pressure. At the same time, I was wondering if we would get there and I would be 3 cm dilated. I just felt like I had nothing to compare anything to..

At 9 minutes to the hospital, my water broke. I was basically like - OH, NO. I remembered how intolerable contractions were in the past after my water broke, and by this time I was having a pretty. good. sense. that I was in some serious labor, and quite likely toward the end of it. I hung over the side of the seat, praying LOUDLY. I did NOT want to have to have the baby in the minivan at 3 AM on the side of a dark rainy road. And the contractions were doozies. Then I started to feel like I was going to vomit, which made me know that I was in transition, and TOTALLY almost there. Tim screeched into the ER drive at about 3:36 AM. My contraction had just ended and I stumbled into the ER door, where another one whacked me HARD, and I hung on Tim, moaning, almost falling to the floor. After it was over, Tim whisked me into a wheelchair as the Registration people peered at me and asked me what my name was. "Carrie Miller." I eeked out. And then "I'm in transition."

They looked at me uncertainly as I writhed through another contraction. "Maybe we should just go ahead and take her up," one lady suggested. One lady hurried me down the hall, while Tim had to go back out to get my insurance information. I wretched over the side of the wheelchair as we hurried to the elevator, and again as we hurried off. As she pushed me through the double doors of the labor and delivery suite, I was hit with another massive contraction that arched me back in my seat and totally left me speechless as the nurse asked "What's your name?"

I groaned wordlessly, as she impatiently repeated "What's your name?"

The aide pushing my wheelchair scolded me disapprovingly, "Honey, now listen to her and tell her your name!" I finally was able to whisper "Carrie Miller" as my contraction ended, and then "I'm in transition."

They looked at me bemusedly. "I think we should just go ahead and put her into a room," the nurse said. Then I said "I need to push."

That got an immediate reaction. "Oh, no you don't!!" the nurse stated very loudly and firmly. I shifted my position in the wheelchair to the edge of the seat, entirely not caring what she thought or desired. "NO YOU DON'T!!!" the nurse said, now in a high state of alarm. "You do NOT sit like that!! Sit back up!!"

"I have to push!!!" I said again, stoutly maintaining my position of imminent birth as someone hurriedly pushed my chair into the room.

"No, you are not pushing!! You are going to get into this bed and we are going to check to see how far along you are and call the doctor!! This is not the time to push!!" The nurse was very displeased as she folded back the blankets and slowly inched the bed down from it's higher position. Another contraction hit HARD and I prayed "Jesus!!! Help me do this!!! JESUS!!! Help me!!!" I could tell the nurses were swinging between irritation and moderate concern that this crazy lady was actually going to push this baby out.

"You need to get into this bed," the nurse instructed me as I went into another full transition contraction. I started to push. The nurses heaved me into the bed, turned me on my left side, and pulled my pajama pants off. I was groaning loudly.

"Can you sit my head up??" I panted, wanting a better angle than flat on my back.

"Nope!!" the nurse said stubbornly. "We're going to check to see how far along you are."

"Stop yelling if you're not having a contraction!" the nurse next to me said sternly. I puttered into a moan, totally confused as to whether I was supposed to NOT be feeling any contractions at this point, because I was pretty sure I was in constant contraction mode. I pushed again. "Oh - there's the head!!" the nurse said urgently to her co-workers.

"Stop pushing - blow like you're blowing out a candle!!" the lady beside me urged. I huffed a feeble candle breath.

"Can you please put my head up??" I asked again.

"NO! We need to check this baby's heartrate." I pushed again as I thought - you can check it in 3 seconds when it comes out, lady.

"He's having major decel's!!!" the nurse to my left declared. "We need to get this baby out NOW!!" (Of course he is having major decel's [decelerations - where the baby's heartrate is dropping with a contraction] , I thought irritably. He is almost out!! He's totally squeezed!)

"Push even if you don't have a contraction!!" the nurse at the foot of bed shouted at me. "This baby has to come out!!"

"Can I have my head up??"

"NO, you may not have your head up!!"

I pushed, then pushed again. I was entirely grumpy that I had to push this child out from flat on my back, but pretty much not able to do much of anything about it. I felt the infamous "ring of fire" burning as the baby crowned that I was always curious about. His head was out. Another pushpushpushpushpush and his body was out. The nurse were in a rushing tizzy. I felt like I was in mild shock. I could see the baby beside me as they clamped the cord. He wasn't crying yet, but he was a pretty good color. They rushed him over to the warmer, and he started crying on the way. Oh, good.

Tim burst into the room. He had had to miss the entire thing, because the ladies down in registration wouldn't let him come up until he gave them my insurance card. He cried when he heard the baby, because he was so sad about it. I felt bad for him, but was thinking as I was delivering that it was probably good Tim wasn't there because he would probably have been totally freaked out by all the urgency.
They decided the baby had been born around 3:50 AM, 12 minutes after we entered the hospital door, although Tim thought it might actually have been before that. The doctor arrived in a few minutes to deliver the placenta. I was totally stoned/out-of-it/run-over by-the-labor-truck feeling. Who woulda thunk it? I could not BELIEVE that I had just barely had that child in the hospital.

Laugh. Out. Loud. Oh. My. Word.

Don't feel too grumpy at the nurses. They did a great job - I just totally threw them for a loop, and they were acting in confused survival mode, wondering what in the world was the deal with this yelling crazy lady. I think my nurse was still mildly perturbed with me when she left that we had waited "so long" to come in - but, what can I say? I'll know better next time.
Having the baby "au naturel" was actually a lot more tolerable than I thought it might be. It was totally do-able. I think one thing that made it a lot better was that my water did not break until the end, because contractions are so much worse after that. Also the whirlpool tub helped a lot. Also probably the fact that I thought I was still in mild/moderate labor as opposed to "the real deal". I remember hearing people talk about feeling like they are going to die when they are in transition, like there is just no way they can do it. I did not feel that. I was simply very wide-eyed at the fact that I was going to HAVE to do it - and glad I could PRAY VERY LOUDLY as I was doing it, even with nurses staring at me bewilderedly.

Laugh out loud again. Oh my goodness.

I TOTALLY cannot believe I have a "birth story" like that in my repetoire. It does make for a great one, though.

We came home today, Saturday, September 27th. Zion is doing great, breastfeeding great, and so dear and sweet and precious and soft and tiny and kissable. I feel really good too, other than still catching up on my sleep. He was very fussy last night, and after swaying totally exhaustedly around at 2:30 AM on my third sleepless night in a row, the night nurse took him out to hold him and I got four utterly BLESS-ED hours of sleep. It was sheer heaven.

And that, my friends, is the story of how Zion David arrived.

Thursday, September 25, 2008


From all of my online looking, it appears that I am in a prolonged latent phase of labor, or prodromal labor. In other words, a longer-than-usual early stage of labor. I have had contractions about every 10 minutes for about 2 days now. Sometimes they go down to 20 minutes, sometimes up to 4-6 minutes. They have gotten stronger in intensity, and really HURT - but their length is generally about 30-40 seconds. I did not sleep at all last night until about 6:15 AM or so. It is totally impossible to sleep with them going on. Last night I thought for certain that I was going into full-fledged active labor, got up around 2 AM and did some stuff...my contractions were around every 4 minutes...went to take a shower before going into the hospital...and they slowly tapered off around 5-ish. Sigh.

Tonight again they are every 10 minutes, and painful. The night has been the most intense time of the day contraction-wise.

Bleary eyes.

Looking forward to another week of sleeplessness...

Wednesday, September 24, 2008


Thirty-eight weeks and six days. Plenty of contractions...but none regular and close. Last evening I was sure I was going into labor. I started having moderately strong contractions around 5:30 PM about 5-7 minutes apart...which drifted into 10 minutes apart...which drifted into 12 minutes apart...and then stopped around 10:30 PM. Stink.


The other day Gabe asked if he could go pee outside. Ok, says Mommy, but only if you go pee by the field. I look out and find him peeing by the steps. That doesn't look like the field to me, I scold out the door. A few minutes later I look and he's sitting on the deck steps. After a bit he gets up and comes toward the door to tell me that I need to set the microwave timer for his timeout so that he can get up when it beeps. Oooookkaay. I went and sat the timer, and he sat there in his self-assigned timeout until it beeped. I'm pretty sure that was a first. :)


When Quentin was here the other week, while we were eating lunch on Sunday, he got something caught in his throat and went out into the kitchen to cough. Israel observed avidly. When Quentin came back and sat down, Israel clambered out of his chair and hurried to the kitchen, where he proceeded to stomp his chubby little feet around and cough fakely and whole-body-ed-ly. :) When he finished, he trotted back to his chair and climbed back up. :) He is such a mimic.

Clothesline, My Clothesline

I cannot express the deep love I hold in my heart for my clothesline.
As I looked at our white sheets happily flapping away today, my heart was full to bursting of clothesline enamouredness. Sigh of bliss. So I took a picture of it.

Actually I took, like, five pictures.

If you can't understand, you do not have a clothesline like mine. A good-drying, money-saving, stand-in-the-sunshine one like mine. Kiss kiss to clothesline.

I heart my clothesline.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008


One thing about managing a house with multiple small children in it that has not failed to amaze me is the multitude of "little" tasks that pepper themselves throughout your day. Last night, when I went to bed, the house was in pretty good shape. This morning, someone tracked large man-shoe-sized powder footprints throughout the house, Gabe couldn't make it to the potty and peed on the kitchen floor, the baby took off his poopy diaper in the bathroom and then went and sat on the living room rug, I found Gabriel behind the chair in our bedroom covertly dumping baby powder on the pile of clothes I had made to take to the hospital with me (he lost all kinds of privileges for the entire day because he knows very well and good he is not supposed to dump powder, which is exactly why he was being so quiet about it :)), the dog chewed up a green crayon on the bedroom floor, someone dumped out a basket of clothes to be put away, Gabriel found a box of foam packing popcorn that he shredded all over the bedroom rug (he is currently very unhappily assigned to the task of picking all of it up), and I'm pretty sure I just found a spot where the dog vomited on the carpet. This is ASIDE from all the normal tasks of laundry, food getting, child dressing, butt wiping, squabble monitoring, toy picking up, etc. that there are to do ANYWAYS.

Seriously, people. What in the world.

Thursday, September 18, 2008


There's two flip feelings to being this pregnant. After you've been pregnant throughout almost the entirety of nine months, it seems, in a way, that you will always be pregnant. This is simply the new me, with a swollen belly that throws off my lifting abilities and waddles me around. I don't really feel all that different, aside from that. No utter exhaustion, no extreme discomfort, etc.

On the other hand, there is that suspense once you hit week 37-38, where you start to say - you know, I could have this baby any day. And it does sort of feel that way. I am having more Braxton-Hicks. The other night I was having contractions about every 6 minutes, but then they stopped. So it's 2 (to 4! erp!) weeks of anticipation. Maybe today. Maybe today. Maybe today.

I still don't have quite all my projects done, so I actually am quite fine waiting. But also sort of looking forward to that "vacation" where I get to lounge in my luxurious hospital bed (cough), eating luxurious hospital food (blink), and stare raptly at the face of my newborn (happy sigh) as someone else watches the other children at home (heh heh heh). Very vacation-y. Aside, from, say, the blood. And then there would be the pain. And the large child birthing itself.


Well, Lewes (where the hospital is) is kind of on the ocean....(hopeful tone)...????

Projects left to do include -
1. Finding the suitcase to pack my stuff in.
2. Unpacking the 0-3 month clothes.

These both seem sort of relevant, so perhaps I might apply myself a little harder tommorrow.

Tim has been very helpful in letting me get other projects completed in the last several days. He let me have a "last hurrah", in which I drove to Salisbury and spent 6 hours in the company of me, myself, and I. I so thoroughly enjoyed myself...I went to Target, to Go Green Baby Co., to Babies R Us, to Walmart, and to the mall. And then to Ruby Tuesday. All without my precious little chattering whining giggling adorable needy effort-requiring rewarding bundles of joy. Sigh of bliss. I actually could also have taken myself out for a movie, but I figured that Tim was being nice enough as it was. :) Thanks, babe.

This night out allowed me to intensively research my latest OBSESSION - cloth diapers. My beloved mother has agreed to "help me" (I'm trying to figure out exactly my role in being helpful, as I'm not exactly much of a sewer...yet.) make pocket diapers in the style of Bum Genius for this new babe to help save some pennies. As with all projects-I-internalize/bees I get in my bonnet/etc., I cannot stop until I have madly researched every little last detail to find out how to make the best decision until finally, finally I am researched out and can come to the end and breathe a sigh of relief and walk my thoroughly educated self forward.

In the past, this like-white-on-rice research quality of mine has been applied to: babies with flat heads, house-buying, vaccinations, budgets, cameras - and probably a few more things. This time, my thoughts before I go to sleep and thoughts throughout the day and online research topics include diaper style, fabrics, diaper inserts, how to wash them, blah blah blah. I'm telling you, my dear friends and acquaintances, it's sort of exhausting and I am really quite ready to get it out of my system. Sigh. But I'm almost there. I have most of the fabrics ordered, most of the "other" items, and I am actually very excited about it.

Anywho. Man, is life thrilling around here or what?

Till next time, this is the 38 weeks preggo, signing off.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Uncle Quentin

Uncle Quentin came this weekend for a visit. We all thoroughly enjoyed him. Gabe really enjoyed Uncle Quentin patiently teaching him how to play solitaire on his laptop. Gabe LOVES stuff like that.
He also enjoyed new toys that his beloved uncle thoughtfully brought along, such as an air-dart-popper-thingie, and a new yellow bouncy ball.

Baby Israel took time to read some of Quentin's books.
Gabe had to squeeze in one truck ride before he left.
Gabe bemoaned the fact that everyone has to leave when they come visit, and doesn't really seem to think the issue of work, and earning money for food and a place to live in is all that relevant. "But I want him to stay!! But I yike him!!" (Emily, he also mentioned the fact that he "yikes" Emily too, and wishes she didn't have to go home when she comes to visit. :))

Thanks for coming, Quentin. We really enjoyed it.


The air is soft.
It is warm and smells of green, and I lean
into its embrace, its enfolding warmth.
The sun is sinking.
Stripes of orange and aqua and grey stretch lazy fingers above a muted green field,
the moon hangs fuzzily in the opposite sky,
and I sit on the back steps and breathe the warmly humid air
and feel like I am breathing in the essence of living itself.
My boys tumble giggling in the grass, playing Yellow Bouncy Ball with their daddy.
My child hiccups within,
stirring restlessly,
ready to come smell the living for himself.
The summertime is melting away into orange popsicle stripes that paint the faces of my children, and color my skin warm.
Laughter carries on the breeze and swirls around me and I smile,
my eyes closed,
and just inhale.

These Days

These days....
  • rolling over in bed requires a huge amount of effort.
  • the ground seems awfully far down there.
  • my belly keeps randomly lurching from side to side.
  • I'm finding WalMart a pleasant and comfortable temperature instead of joining the shivering shoppers beside me, and my air conditioner at home is set on 78 degrees, which normally leaves me running for more clothes
  • I do a lot of heaving of self and items and grunting. Uuuufff. Errrfff.
  • the kids are soooooo heavy to pick up!!
  • virtually all of my clothes are tight. Sigh.
  • I keep thoughtfully staring at watermelons and thinking how much my stomach resembles one.
  • the boys simply cannot hardly find a comfortable place on my lap.

Looking forward to seeing you soon, little baby.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

And Good Morning To You!

I don't really feel that I am the sort of person that is designed to watch the 5:30 AM news. Apparently, however, that is what was on the agenda for this morning. That was before I was busily frying eggs at 6 AM for the tousle-headed little munchkin that woke with a yelp and a chirp before any rationally minded person should.

5:30 was a mere hour after I had tucked his older brother back into bed, after he came into our bedroom in tears for the third night in a row, because I was not "checking" on him every 5-15 minutes all night long, as is the pattern BEFORE he goes to sleep. He just wails piteously when I groggily inform him that Mommy cannot check on him all night, that Mommy has to go to sleep, just like Daddy and Baby. Piteous wails are awfully loud at 4:30 AM.

So anywho. I know the sleepless nights are merely days ahead...I just thought I'd have a few more days than this before they started. And that they would contain a soft, sweet smelling little bundle that you could hold with your eyes closed, instead of a busily rampaging 1 year old, who emptied my bookshelves by the bed, dumped out my basket of hair clips and earrings, and dutifully called our realtor by 8 AM, whilst I lay dozily abed.

It's 8:11 AM, and he is wailing tiredly. If I go tuck him back into bed, he will wake up the Four Year Old Crank.

Wide yawn.

The day, it seems, is begun.

Monday, September 08, 2008

The Story of "Four"

Once upon a time, there was a little boy who turned four years old.
He had eagerly anticipated his birthday for several months, particularly the "pweasant" aspect of celebration. So he was thrilled to receive his very own stack of pweasants....
but not so thrilled by Baby's excitement and desire to help.

There were tears...
That were only mollified by the joy of getting to peel the Walmart stickers off of big Brother's "pants wif stwipes".
Gabriel also busily opened a book about Winnie the Pooh, a Babe video...and then...
Could life really get much better than this???

(Actually, he informed me that it could, in fact be better, if perhaps he had a Rams helmet, or a Buccaneer's helmet. "But, Gabe," says Mommy, "You are always using the "tiger helmet" when you play [XBox] football."

"Yes," says Gabe, but I use the tiger and the Wam's [Rams] helmets!!"

At this point I informed him that it was the "tiger helmet" or no helmet. He decided the tiger one would do. :))

Then the little tiger was out the door.
Large helmet and all.
In fact, he was so busy that he could not be bothered by lunch. He ate later while perusing his new Babe video...
...in full regalia until he started to get hot. As football outfits can make a boy.

Babe was a mite advanced for the four year old, so then he "helped", per request, to make his birfday cake. The cake had been a highly anticipated aspect of "birfday" for quite some time. He was a very eager batter licker...
and specifically requested the following picture of him licking out the bowl. :)
All in a day's work, see.

After the other adorable little munchkin in residence woke up from his nap...
and Daddy came home, we headed off to the park. The football player was back in business, Graco car seat and all.
(He fell asleep before we got there.)

The four year old thoroughly enjoyed his picnic supper of turkey and cheese sandwiches, Doritos, carrots, apples, and strawberry Kool-Aid, although truthfully he could hardly get any food down because he was so busy running off hither and yon.
(If you think this sounds like a rather pitiful birthday supper, you may be correct, but I didn't really care...and he loved the fact that we had a picnic basket with plates and cups. His mommy spent more guilty-feeling time on the fact that none of his little fwiends were along, as all afternoon the four year old kept asking "who else" would be at the park. She had entertained some party plans...but...maybe next year??? Too much activity of late.)

But all activity and food was a prelude to...THE CAKE.
Little boy huffed and he puffed until he blew them all out, and then happily, finally, finally, finally gobbled down his very own piece of birfday cake.

Daddy and boys went to the slide and down to throw some rocks and sticks in the river...
and then it was time to go home. Little Four Year Old Boy rolled and tackled his way to the car.

He was thrilled to receive, as we drove in the lane, two birthday cards, one with MONEY in it, from his Great Grandma Heatwole.
(He got MORE MONEY!!! the next day, in cards from his Great Grandpa and Grandma Yoder and Menno and Dorothy Chupp.)

After his bath, guess what he requested to wear to bed? Hmm? Yes indeedy. His football outfit went BACK ON, and he settled down with his helmet by his pillow. (Mommy drew the line at also allowing the football in his bedroom.) And guess what he wore the next day? Hmmm? Yes indeedy. Jersey and all. At the end of the day, Mommy informed him that it was time to wash the sweaty nasties. :)

Gabriel said that he had a good birthday, and that his favorite part was getting to blow out the candles.

What a sugar pot. I sure do love him!!!!

Happy Fourth Birthday, Gabriel Timothy!!!


-only occasionally naps, but still gets tired in the afternoon sometimes.
-loves to "play" XBox football.
-loves to play with his toy footballs, too.
-likes Winnie the Pooh at lot.
-usually sleeps from about 10 PM to 9 AM
-not much of an eater
-doesn't say his "l"'s, but substitutes with a "y"
-doesn't say his "th's", but substitutes with a "d"
-enjoys reading books
-loves the story of David and Goliath
-good with animals; is very gentle with them
- recently started to request food items of his own thinking (ie. mac and cheese)
-most effective items to take away to punish him are - candy, cookies, and football, in that order.
-very social, loves to play with other kids
-loves to go places, like to the store, or wherever else you might go
-loves presents

Saturday, September 06, 2008


Ummmm, can you TELL that I've had some picture back-log here? Good gracious. Here's a few random snaps of late.

This is Gabe doing one of his very favorite activities. "Washing" the car. He can very busily wash for quite a while.
The other day Gabe discovered my basket of scarves, head wraps, etc., and was quite thrilled with his find.Heh heh.

This was Gabe the other day after he snuggled into bed beside me as I was resting one afternoon. Mind you, this is post-mid-afternoon-tired-bellowing-that-led-to-Mommy-turning-off-his-beloved-XBox-football-leading-to-more-tired-bellowing. Goodness. After he calmed down he wanted a snack, namely ham. So this is the little buddy eating his ham in Mama's bed.

Speaking of eating meat, the other night Tim fixed some left over steak and those boys gobbled it down lickety-split. All of them are crazy steak nuts. The room gets silent as they voraciously gobble.
I find Israel camped out on the spare mini-van bench in the garage of late. It's a great place to settle down and investigate spare odds and ends. :)

Nana Carol and Grandpa Norm

The weekend after Grandma and Granddaddy came to visit, Nana Carol and Grandpa Norm came to visit from Indiana. They were here from Friday, August 29 to Wednesday, Sept. 3. We had a third very nice weekend, and were so glad to have them here!

Saturday we went to the Salisbury Zoo. This was the first we had been there, and the boys really enjoyed it.
(photo by Norm Miller)
Sunday night we went to Sonic so the boys could play on the playground there. Norm and Carol got to see how the boys like to come out of their seats and "drive" up the driveway.
This is an activity that all depends on a driver's tolerance. Gabe's traditional space is in the middle front.

Monday after lunch Norm, Tim, and Gabe went to visit Johnny Mills' farm. Norm took along my Nikon on that visit, so you can thank him for this picture.
Heh heh.

Monday evening, we set off for the Boardwalk at Rehoboth Beach. This involved rides at Funland,
(photo by Carolyn Miller)
Can you tell that Israel LOOOOOVED the merry-go-round? He crowed and screeched with absolute glee.
He also loved the boats, and took two rides on them, steering with great busyness the entire time. :) Gabe was not too sure about the boats, and clamored to be taken out when he was put in. He, however, thoroughly enjoyed the shooting game.
We finished up with the Helicopter Ride.
(photos by Carolyn Miller)
Then we went for a walk on the beach.
Gabe ADORED the water. He and Tim ran in and out of it, getting thoroughly soaked and dirty in the process. Israel wasn't very interested in getting all that close. Grandpa's shoulders were just fine for him.Daddy and Son's footprints in the sand.
They washed up,
and then we went to track down some Grotto's Pizza.
Cutie patootie. He loves to "help" snap fingers.
Here Nana Carol patiently plays dominoes with Gabriel. She is a patient teacher at heart! I was working in the kitchen listening to her patiently explaining and helping Gabe. He really liked it.

Gabe got a radio/CD player to play 4 new Bible CD's on. He also really liked those, and knows how to work it himself.

Norm was checking out my Nikon while he was here to see if he wants to get a digital Nikon, so we got some good pictures of the Miller family in their natural habitat.

Tim, working on his sermon.
(photo by Norm Miller)
Carrie, being greatly with child. :)
(photo by Norm Miller)
The boys, busily chasing geese across the sky.
(photo by Norm Miller)
This really is the new activity of late, as lots of geese fly overhead. Tim was racing across the yard with them one evening, confusing the neighbor, who thought they were chasing a dog. Nope, just geese in the sky.

Israel, busy in his sandbox.
(photo by Norm Miller)
Story-time before bed.
(photo by Norm Miller)
Thanks for all your help, Norm and Carol, while you were here! We really enjoyed your visit!