Putting the word out

Does anyone have, or know of someone who has, a baby swing I could borrow for a couple of months?  Anyone, anyone?  I would be forever grateful.

A Plethora o' Pictures

We are settling in nicely over here. Bryce has to make me sit still or I would go on whirlwind cleaning spree and end up back in the hospital. He has been so awesome taking care of the house and all of us. I couldn't ask for a better husband, and he loves his three boys so much. (I just might be tearing up right now, but don't tell anyone.) He goes back to work on Thursday, and I am going to miss having him around, and not even for all the laundry he's been doing. He did say to me the other day, overwhelmed at just the daily tasks there are, "I don't even know why you try! How do people do this every day?" I actually let him sleep in a little today, and being by myself with all three boys was, let's say, a little nerve-wracking. But I handled it okay! It will be nice when we get into a good groove and things start to be a little "normal." There are lots of pictures I've wanted to post since the day I had the baby, but obviously have been otherwise engaged. So I'm taking advantage of the baby sleeping and the boys watching a movie to post some.

Right before leaving for the hospital. We don't have many, if any, pictures of the four of us, and I wanted to get one. I'm waiting to lose a little weight before we get nice ones taken of the FIVE of us!

Me with my little men. So far I haven't hit any "postpartum" blues, but rather "highs," where I've never been so in love with my boys or my husband than I am now. I love this little family of mine so much that it's too overwhelming to think about sometimes.

I can't believe this giant four-year old was once a little baby.
Conversely, I can't believe that once little baby is now a giant four-year old.

Optimus Prime, before the Trunk or Treat

Bryce took them to the Trunk or Treat, and I guess in an effort to keep Fynn cool in his hot costume, Bryce kept it unzipped. I call it the 70s giraffe look - all he needs is some gold chains.

Story time. Sticking out their tongues like a baby kitten.

So far Fynn is handling the addition of Corgan pretty well.
He gives him the big kisses and says, "MWAH!"

I have never seen a child love babies as much as Ewan does, and I couldn't ask for a more loving big brother for Corgan. He looks out for him, talks to him, kisses him constantly.
Could the two of them be any more handsome?

Bryce's boss sent this Build-a-Bear to us. We weren't expecting it,
so it was such a nice surprise. It's very cute, and I love the personalized bib.

Cuddly. It's so hard not to squeeze him until he pops. He has changed so much already.
Why must they grow so fast?

Instead call me C-Dog

Mommy and Corgan are home now - a day early, bless my doctor's soul. When Bryce first called home to talk to Ewan after Corgan was born, Ewan's first question was, "Is he soft?" Since we came home, the boys' thoughts on the baby have been the following:

Fynn took one look at him in the car seat and said, "What's that?"

Ewan told me, "He's as cute as a baby whale" and "He's as small as my yo-yo."

Don't call me Corgy

Hey, it's Ashley. I am making the official announcement for Kelli and Bryce since they are otherwise busy at the moment. Their beautiful baby boy Corgan Kelly is finally here. He was born at 12:31 p.m. and weighed 8 lbs. 6 oz. Pretty sure he was 19 & 3/4 inches long but don't quote me on that. He is absolutely adorable and healthy as could be! I am quite sure that Ewan and Fynn are gonna be pretty fond of their new baby brother. He is already a champion eater and makes the cutest little squeals. When I left the hospital he was having his first bath and Kelli was resting comfortably. Here are a few of his first photos.

*** Just to let you guys know, I posted more pics of Corgan (what a SWEETHEART) over here! ***

The Forgiveness of Snails

Partially because I made him take a nap today, and partially because I think he can feel my tension, Ewan is still awake at nearly 11:00.  He's laying in our bed, where he usually starts the night, and I've been going in and out here and there to get things.  Just now I went in, and he had the biggest frown on his face and the saddest eyes I've ever seen.  I immediately became super motherly and asked what was wrong, which made him cry harder.  When he explained what was wrong, I couldn't understand him at all.  I asked him to tell me again, and he wailed, "I'm just so sorry I squished a snail one day!!!"  

I've assured him that the snail forgives him.

Nervous wreck

I spent most of today just finishing the laundry and concentrating on the boys since I'll be in the hospital for the rest of the week.  Ewan is so excited about the baby that he's incredibly hyper, which is totally cute.  Fynn of course really has no clue what's about to happen, although I've tried to give him some idea about a baby in my belly coming out.  We'll see.  So today we just played outside, did puzzles, watched movies and napped.  It's been a good day.

Except ever since I woke up this afternoon from our nap, I am so incredibly nervous that I'm sick to my stomach.  There's an off-color expression for how nervous I am, one my dad says frequently and one that I'm sure at least some of you have heard, but I won't say it just because many of you are also Mormon, and I don't know what your threshold is for offense.  Let's just say it involves women of the night and church pews.  I don't remember being even close to this nervous when I went in for my C-section with Fynn, but maybe I've forgotten.  And while part of it is thinking of what could go wrong, most of it is this weird thought that nothing is going to be right.  And I know it's just nerves, but it's still scary.  I just can't imagine actually holding the baby and having him be here.  Can't imagine it to the point where it feels like it won't happen.  Part of it may be that I've heard way too many stories recently of stillborn babies.  All afternoon I've been freaking out if I don't feel him move for a certain amount of time.  I know, I sound crazy, and I don't know what sparked it.  I just wish it would go away.

At any rate, we're getting things prepared here.  I packed the boys' t-shirts that Sarah and Ashley made that say "Big Brother" on them for them to wear when they go to the hospital tomorrow afternoon.  They'll be so cute.  If I could shake this melancholy panicky feeling, I'd be able to say that I can't freakin' wait!  I'll have Bryce post some pictures as soon as possible tomorrow.

For you children of the 80s

If you don't know or don't remember A-ha's awesome song Take On Me and its even awesomer video, shame on you, and right this second - visit this link for a refresher. I'll wait.

Wasn't that a fun 'lil trip down memory lane?

Okay, now enjoy this "literal" version. Hilarious.

(Posts like this are the risk you take when you are up with heartburn at 1:00 am.)