Kids say the darndest things...

Oh the things kids come up with these days. This post may be a bit choppy, but to illustrate my point effectively, you'll have to hear all the examples that have occurred over the past week. On Sunday (the 25th) we were at Tyler's parent's house for dinner and got on the subject of kids embarrassing their parents. Tyler had recently taught Lucy what 'butt cheeks' were and was soon seeing the error of his ways as Lucy decided to point out to everyone that they had butt cheeks. Tyler's mom reminded us of the time she was shopping with Tyler as a young boy at The Bay and as they were standing in the check-out line, he turned to a lady in line and said, "You're the biggest lady I've ever seen!" Of course, Janie was mortified and apologized. The lady seemed to take it in stride and merely said, "I bet I am the biggest lady you've ever seen."
Janie then proceeded to tell us a story of Tyler's cousin. She was a few years old and was in the grocery store with her dad. As they walked down an aisle (her in the cart and him pushing) she suddenly yelled out, "Daddy has a small peanut" Now, the story is second hand, and 25+ years old, so the context is unknown, but funny just the same.
Next example: Alison and the kids came for a visit on Tuesday and brought a yummy lasagna dinner. As we were sitting around talking, it was time for Max to eat. I got myself situated and covered up and proceeded to feed Max in the living room while Cy, Jillian and Lucy played, and Alison and Tyler and I chatted. At one point, Cy came up to me and asked what I was doing. I told him the I was feeding Max. He asked what I was feeding him. I said milk. (you can see this is not going anywhere good). He then asked me HOW I was feeding him, and I told him "that's a question for your mom." Alison proceeded to tell him that this is why girls have boobs. When they have babies they are able to make milk to feed their baby, and eventually when the baby gets old enough, the milk goes away...(this is the best part)...just like a cow. I'm sure mothers everywhere appreciate my sister comparing us to cows! Cy kind of made a funny face, accepted the explanation, and wisely had no more questions to ask.
Alison then reminded us of the time Cy asked how babies 'get out' of their mom's tummies. (This was around the time Lucy and Emma were born). Alison explained that with Jillian, the doctors just cut open her tummy and took her out. This was cool sounding to Cy, but of course he wanted to know what happened with himself. Alison explained a tame version of labor and child-birth to Cy, to which he responded to by saying, "wow, that sounds like a lot of work." Very astute my boy...very astute.

9 days

After 9 days of life in this world, Max is still doing great. The family is surviving on a few hours of sleep a night and we're looking forward to the days when that will change, but for now we're enjoying this tiny boy. Lucy and Max are "best buddies" and she enjoys helping mom by loading the diaper bag, and giving Max kisses. She really enjoys getting a chance to hold him as well. As to be expected, there is a little bit of confusion and jealousy, but nothing that is doable. You can tell she's out of sorts a little bit. I think she is more worried about mom and dad leaving again than anything. Because I went into labor in the middle of the night, she woke up to have Grandma at home with her rather than mom or dad. I think it threw her off a bit, so anytime we're walking down the hallway or going into another room without explaining it to her she says, "Don't go!" She is also more insistent on someone staying with her in her room until she falls asleep.
It's hard to say who Max looks more like at this point. When he was first born he definitely looked like Lucy, only with a distinctly boy face. Now we have a hard time deciding whether he's got more Williamson or Bourne in him. Either way he's cute.

Maxwell Scott Williamson

I'm really tired, so this is a quick post, without any witty banter, but I figured people want to know the news and see pictures. Here is Maxwell Scott Williamson, born March 21st at 8:27am. 7 lbs, 7 oz. He's doing good. I'm doing good. Going to sleep. I'll write more later.

40 Weeks

Well, tomorrow if my official due date, and no baby yet. We went to the obstetrician this afternoon and she gave us some promising feedback, although we've heard a similar story before. I am 3cm dilated already, and 75% effaced. She doesn't think we'll make it through the week and even joked that she's on-call on Thursday evening so why don't we just plan to see her then. I wish it were that easy. I seem to remember with Lucy that I was 2cm dilated for about 2 weeks, and even after a few hours of contractions at home, we went into the hospital where they congratulated me on being 2cm already...har har.
Anyway, I thought I'd write a quick note to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Tyler (tomorrow) just in case something does happen tonight and I don't get a chance to write tomorrow. 26 years old. If there is no baby news by tomorrow, we'll be celebrating by eating Angel Food cake and chinese food...and of course Tyler will be playing hockey. Hope it's a good one for you love.

It really does Exist!

Tonight we received a bunch of pictures from Tammy dating back to a baby shower for Lucy. (I was a little apprehensive to see pictures since they do call it a shower and only women are invited and most of them are my family). As it turns out though it looks like the evening was actually quite boring...especially for those speaking with Traudi Kane.





As Heather and I ran through the pictures we were in stitches by the time we were at the end. I guess that's what you get from running through a bunch of pictures...digital papercuts! So thanks Tam-e for the laugh and the pictures of tiny Lucy. By the way, the picture of Sam is a little blurry as are all pictures taken of the elusive Sam-squatch!

Tyler

30th Year

Today we got together at my parent's house after church to celebrate Mike and Tyler's birthdays. (Mike turned 29 on the 10th and Tyler will be 26 on the 20th). We enjoyed a feast of chicken enchiladas and fudgsicles. The best part of the evening (and most evenings) is watching Lucy and Emma interact with each other. Being so close in age is going to be a lot of fun for them growing up. Just as it was getting to be the time for Lucy to go to bed and Emma to go home, the girls decided they wanted to race. They ran around and around my parent's main floor for about 10 minutes straight.
They had all of us laughing so hard with their antics, which made them just try harder. At one point we cheered for them as they came into the living room (Lucy in front every time) and Emma ran over to a chair, put her head on it and started to cry. At first we thought she was sad because Lucy won the race, but Mike interpreted it as just being sad that the race was over. They took many more spins around the house to ensure they were satisfied. We took a lot of pictures and video clips of the girls and Lucy enjoyed taking a rest from her marathon to watch some video on Mike's camera.
It was nice to visit with family and spend some low-key time together. Mike and Tyler each got a Disney DVD from my parents (Fox and the Hound for Mike and Robin Hood for Tyler) and a FutureShop gift card to buy more DVDs.
At one point during the evening, my niece Jillian, who is 5, told me that I look like Santa. I'm assuming she meant my jolly demeanor and not my jolly waist-line. I guess tact is not something a 5-year-old is built with.

Nana's Birthday

Today we celebrated Tyler's Great-Grandma's birthday at her retirement villa in Bowness. She is 97 years old and shows now signs of quiting. We love getting together with her because she is always good for a laugh. She was speaking with her daughter and asked her if she would ever get remarried. Her daughter said maybe, and Nana said, "Not me, they're just interested in me for my money anyway." She has a pretty bad memory, which also makes her (and us) laugh as well. At one point last night, her daughter-in-law Sigrid was reading her birthday cards to her. She concluded reading one and said, "That's from Glen and Sig". Nana responded by saying, "Oh, they're not here, are they." Sigrid laughed and said, "Mom, that's us!" Then her son, Glen, teased her and asked her, "Nana, who am I?" "You're Glen." "And are we related?" "Yes, I think I'm your mother!" Her oldest daughter then chimed in and said, "You are his mother, I was there mom!" Everyone laughed.

She enjoyed visiting with everyone and playing yahtzee. So far, Lucy is the only great-great-grandchild, so we have 5 living generations on that side of the family. The new baby will be the second. We had a fun evening and Lucy enjoyed playing with the "old toys", such as the wheelchair.

Happy Birthday sweet Nana.