Double the Poo is Not Double the Pleasure!

Trent's potty training has been going very well. He goes pee on the potty without fail but he is still afraid of pooping on the toilet although he has gone poo on the potty twice this week so that is progress!

Yesterday, however, we had two big, messy incidents!

Trent was sitting at the counter, playing quietly as I was making dinner. He suddenly started to scream, "Mama...mama...I poop." I whipped around quickly and saw him standing on the barstool, legs spread wide with his underwear down around his ankles. As if in slow motion, I saw two logs fall between his legs. I accidentally screamed, "Trent...noooooooooo!" This was a big, big mistake! My screaming scared my little man and he instantly dropped down on the barstool and sat in his poo. Not only was it spread all over his thighs and legs, but it was smushed all over the barstool cushion as well. That was mess numero uno that I had the pleasure of cleaning up yesterday.

Mess number two was a double whammy.  I put Trent to bed last night with his Pull Up on because although he usually wakes up dry, he does like to poop at night in his Pull Up and being that I have such little sleep as it is, I don't want to clean up poop in the middle of the night as well which is why he sleeps in a Pull Up.

So, I put Trent to bed when the new little man woke up and wanted to eat. I sat on the couch and began to nurse Jagger when I heard the grunts of Trent resonating through the video monitor. I sighed heavily, knowing that Trent was pushing one out. I continued to nurse as Trent continued to grunt furiously. As I watched Trent in the monitor, I jumped at the sound of Jagger pooping and for those of you who have kids, you know that a newborn poo often comes out quickly and sounds like an explosion. For such little bodies, they sure can poo with great force! Mark and I began to laugh as Jagger pushed a few more times, all the while nursing away.

Suddenly, I felt wetness seep through my nightgown. I pried Jagger off of the boob and saw that famous mustard seed poop leaking through his fresh pajamas (he just had a bath). I raced to the nursery where I had to disrobe the baby, wipe him down, put a new diaper on him and a new pair of pj's all while Trent was screaming for me to change his own diaper! I had to leave a screaming Jagger in the nursery (he was still hungry and wanting to nurse) and race to change Trent (who sat up in the middle of my changing him, pulled his diaper toward him, picked up his poo and then threw it while screaming "yucky"), put him back down and then finish feeding the baby.

Needless to say, I am so proud of Trent for peeing on the toilet but I am ready for him to poop consistently on the pot as well because double the poo is not double the fun :)

Here are my little poopers. They are best friends already. Trent loves his little brother!

Big hugs

Trent loves to hold Jagger

I love their little feet intertwined

I love how Trent stares at Jag and says, "Ahh, cute baby!" 

Mother's Day Wish List!

In honor of Mother's Day, I have compiled a (hopefully) funny yet honest list of my top wishes for the day that is all about mom's. I hope you all enjoy!


12.  A Nap.  If I could take a two hour nap at the same time that my two year old does and have my newborn sleep at the same time too so that I can get a few hours of much needed shut eye, that would be fabulous!

11. Uninterrupted Sex. You may be saying to yourself, "why don't you just 'do it' at night when the kids are sleeping?" Well, my friends, to answer that question, because I am too damn tired to do much of anything after eight at night! Sex without Trent screaming for me on the other side of the door or sticking his little fingers under the crack of said door would be preferable as it is quite distracting to get down to business when all of that is happening. Sex at this point however, really is a dream since we can't do the hibbity for another 4 weeks or so.

10. Sleeping in. Yes, this is yet another wish about sleep but seeing as how I am so deprived of it lately,  it really is all that I can think about. If Trent and Jagger could sleep in until, I don't know, say, nine in the morning, I would do a happy dance like no other I've done before.

9. A card. It would be great if it was homemade but any old "I love you, Mom" card would do seeing as how Mark forgot to get me one on my very first Mother's Day. This is now my third one and a card with Trent's chicken scratch in it is preferred. I'm not asking for flowers or chocolate...just a card that praises me for being the world's greatest Mom even though I know I am so far from it!

8. The World's Largest Mimosa. I would absolutely love to drink a mimosa without the accompanying guilt I feel for feeling a slight buzz (when I shouldn't because I haven't had a lick of alcohol for the last 9 months) because I have a newborn or having to deal with the pain in the ass of "pumping and dumping." Having to sit on the couch for Lord knows how long while holding two cones to my boobs which suck and pull the milk out, leaving my nipples completely engorged afterward and then having to dump that precious milk down the sink is sickening. I may be crazy but all of that is almost enough to make me not drink in the first place...almost! I'm sure that I will still have a mimosa tomorrow, I'll feel guilty for drinking it and I'll pump and dump, all the while telling myself I shouldn't have had anything to drink at all :)

7. Breakfast. It would be great if I was served breakfast by my husband and son. It doesn't have to be breakfast in bed but it would be fabulous if I was served breakfast that I didn't have to make myself and it would be even better if I didn't have to clean up the dishes afterward!

6. No Dirty Diapers. Mother's Day would be even better if I didn't have to crouch down and hold Trent over the toilet while he does his business (he won't sit on the little potty or on a kid toilet seat--nope, he has to go on the big potty but I have to hold him on it so that the poor child doesn't fall in) or have to change a mustard-seedy diaper. My hands should not have to touch a dirty behind all day. I know that won't happen but a girl can dream. In fact, if there was no mention by my husband or son of poop or a fart (Trent is a fan of announcing when he does either), that would be even better.

5. Watch Trashy TV Uninterrupted. I would really enjoy sitting on the couch tomorrow and catching up on all of my trashy reality shows without my husband giving me crap for watching such shows or having Trent pull at my hands or pants every ten seconds to get him crackers, or cookies or water or milk. In fact, I want someone to bring me a friggin cookie or water or the world's largest mimosa (see above).

4. A Clean House. I would love a little house fairy to make an appearance tomorrow that puts all of the toys away and vacuums away all crumbs and picks up all crayons, blocks, puzzles, crackers and stickers and puts them in their rightful place in the house. Not only would this helpful to me so that I don't have to clean the house myself but it would be great to not nearly break a neck from tripping over all of the toys that Trent litters the house with about ten times a day. As you mom's know, cleaning up toys during the day is pointless because the second I put something away, Trent decides that that is exactly what he needs to play with next, so out the toy comes yet again.

3. Me Time. I say "me time" but that isn't even an accurate description of what I want because besides going to the bathroom alone, I don't really want to be alone on Mother's Day. I actually want to be with my kids and husband because that is when I am happiest.  Let me try to describe...I love my kids beyond comprehension. However, if I could have a few hours without one of them sucking my boob like a sieve while the other is climbing on my lap or hanging on my arm or leg, that would be dream worthy. Don't get me wrong...I adore their kisses and cuddles but a few hours of having my body to myself would be great! You mom's know what I'm talking about! There is no "me" time when you are a mom and I am okay with that. However, an hour or two when I didn't have one of them hanging on me, would be nice.

2.  Uninterrupted Sleep. I know this is a pipe dream since Jagger is only 2 weeks old but it's my wish list, so I can dream of having uninterrupted sleep. Although 8 hours of such sleep would be the best thing since sliced bread, I would even take 4 hours of straight sleep a night at this point!

1. Pee and Shower Alone. Perhaps the thing that I want the most tomorrow is to pee, poo and shower alone! It would be dream to do these things without Trent trying to climb in the shower with me or staring at me while I do my business or trying to climb on my lap while I'm on the pot, or pound on the door, screaming, "Ma Ma," over and over. Relative silence while I do anything in the bathroom tomorrow whether it be showering, getting ready for the day or peeing, would be much appreciated!


I know that none of the above will happen tomorrow except for, perhaps, the breakfast and mimosa parts and you know what, I don't really want it any other way because I am not sure what I would do with myself without my kids crawling all over me or without my waiting on them hand and foot and honestly, I don't think I would have it any other way! Sure, it would be great to be doted on but I love to do the doting myself.

So, happy Mother's Day to all of you mom's out there. Sit back, relax and enjoy your day and please drink a large mimosa guilt-free!

Jagger Slade Clore Has Arrived!

Our second little man has made his debut!  

Jagger Slade arrived April 26 at 1:47 p.m. weighing 8 pounds 7 1/2 ounces and measuring 20 inches in length. We are so in love and couldn't be happier. 

The story goes like this....

I had my doctor appointment Thursday afternoon (which I blogged about) and the doctor said that he thought I would go into labor that day or the next. Turns out he was right! I began to have some cramping that evening and I called my parent's at about 7 p.m. and told them that I thought I would go into labor that night or the next. My mom said that they would head up that night. I promptly called them back and told them to hold off because I was going to feel really bad if they drove up here and I was wrong! They decided to come anyway and they arrived at about midnight. I had cramping on and off the entire time I waited for them to arrive. 

I woke up at 5:28 a.m. Friday morning with what I thought were labor pains. I was really uncomfortable but I tried to fall back asleep but the pains wouldn't stop coming! I kept an eye on the time and noticed that they were about 8 minutes apart. I knew that they were the real thing because they didn't go away even after I got up to walk around. I woke my mom up whining and grunting in pain at about 7 that morning. I kept telling Mark that I was in labor but he ignored me! He kept on sleeping even after I told him that they were 5 minutes apart but 6:45 that morning. Keep in mind, you are supposed to go to the hospital when they are 5 minutes apart. 

I called the hospital at 7:30 and told them that I was in labor and what was going on. The nurse told me to head in immediately which would have been possible if Mark would have gotten out of bed by that time but no, he "thought I was being dramatic." In between being doubled over in pain, I told him that we had to go to the hospital. Ten minutes later, he slowly rolled out of bed and then proceeded to take his sweet time in the shower. To top if off, he still had to pack which I had done the night before because I knew it was going to happen soon. 

We left the house around 8:30 but I had the genius idea to stop by the best bakery in Carson City to get two boxes of goodies in the hopes of getting on the nurses' good side. Mark was in the bakery for five minutes and during that time, I had 4 contractions. I was beginning to think that we might not even make it to the hospital before I gave birth! 

Thankfully, we made it there in quick time, gave the nurses the pastries and then were escorted to a side room where they hooked me up to some machines to monitor my contractions. I was beyond annoyed. I kept insisting that I was really in labor but they wanted to be positive. After about 40 minutes of that, a nurse came in to check me and as she did so, she asked if I thought I was really in labor. In between feeling like a donkey kicked me in the gut, I told her yes. She then asked how I would know since it was my first baby. I laughed and told her that it was my second and that I had been through this before. Her eyes grew wide as she told me that she was told it was my first. Seconds later, her eyes grew even wider as she said that I was already 6 cm dilated. I was promptly moved into a room!

By the time we got settled into our room, I had been having contractions for almost 5 hours and I was nearly desperate for an epidural. There was one little problem...even though I had pre-registered at the hospital, I wasn't in the system for some reason so I couldn't get the epidural until I had my blood drawn first and I couldn't get my blood drawn until I was in the system! My contractions were now 2-3 minutes apart at the most! I thought my head was going to explode from the pain. 

Turns out, the pastries worked! The head nurse called for the anesthesiologist anyway and told him to give me epidural anyway, especially in light of the fact that with Trent, I dilated from a 6/7 to a 10 in 15 minutes and she was afraid that by the time the computer problem was worked out, I would be at a 10 and then wouldn't be able to get the epidural. There was no way in hell that I was going to push this baby out with some drugs so I was beyond thankful for her sticking up for me! 

Minutes later, the drug man walks in to my room and I think that my mouth fell to the floor. He was gorgeous! Mark could tell that I thought the doctor was hot instantly and he proceeded to give me the evil eye so I tried not to gawk at the man's baby blues which, by the way, perfectly matched his scrubs. He was tall, tan, muscular and well, anyway...back to my baby story...

The good doctor gave me a spinal tap rather than epidural (not quite sure what the difference is) because he was afraid that the epidural wouldn't kick in by the time my widening body was ready to push. Once I began to feel my legs go numb, I think I told him that I loved him (which I am sure every birthing woman says to him). On a side-note, I was kind of sad the day before when Mark and I scheduled a date to be induced (my doctor was going out of town and because of childcare issues, he said he would induce us a few days early if I had gone into labor sooner). I told my doctor that I wanted to experience nature just taking its course and the pains of labor for myself without being induced and getting the epidural shortly thereafter. Well, after suffering through labor pains for hours, I couldn't help but tell Mark, "What the hell was I sad about? These contractions are the most horrible pain known to man." I believe I even said something about how Mark should have to get kicked in the nuts every time I had a contractions which he didn't think was very funny.

Anyhow, once the spinal tap was working, they checked me again and I was at a 9. I swear, I dilate to fast which I suppose I should be grateful for. Mark and I dozed on and off for the next hour or so. They kept checking me but my water hadn't broke yet which was holding me back from getting to 10. My doctor came in at 12:30 to break my water but all he had to do was stick a finger inside and my water broke on it's own...the nurse didn't even have the chance to hand him that crazy looking tool that he uses to break the water with. He patted me on the leg and said that he would check back in an hour which was when he told me I was going to begin to push if I wasn't ready sooner. 

I felt the insane urge to push from 12:30 to 1:30 but I just let the little man do all of the work! I could have called the nurse and told her that I was ready but I thought that I would let the baby get as low as possible so I wait patiently until 1:30. The doctor came in at that time and asked if I was ready to go. I sat up and nodded. The nurses then bustled about the room while the doctor got into his scrubs. He sat down at 1:40 p.m. and six pushes later, I looked down and saw my little man's face staring up at me. The doctor plopped him on my chest and he promptly peed all over me (Trent pooped on me immediately). 

Jagger is tan and chubby and just as cute as can be! He has a ton of dark, long hair (I knew he would due to the insane heartburn I had during pregnancy) and furry thighs and arms. He looks a lot like his big brother and I cannot imagine my life without all of my boys. 

I am so thankful for not only having the easiest labors in the world but for my family and friends who have all been so helpful! 

Before....

After....

My chunky monkey!

I would write more but I don't have time! Jagger has jaundice and Trent needs me this very second. I don't even have time to re-read/edit this post so I apologize for any grammatical errors.  I'll try to keep everyone updated soon.