The Chunk

Yesterday our wee little Harry, actually our fat little chunk, hit his 11 week mark.  We went to the doctors this past week for his 2 month check-up and immunizations (we are always at least a couple weeks behind when it comes to the boys' appointments).  He was a very good boy for the doctor, and hardly even cried for his shots.  He weighed in at a whopping 18.1 lb and was 23 ins long.  I still can't believe how big he is.  Just a little comparison, at Clark's 2 month check up (that we actually went to when he was 3 months) he was only weighed 13.12 lbs...and we though he was a big boy, ha!  He is such a little talker, always cooing and making babies sounds.  He loves loves loves to eat, and is doing a lot better sleeping at night.  We have been testing out nick names for him, so far we have...Fat Fat (fits him perfectly, but I don't want to give him a complex) Chunk, and Fatty Nacho (Jay is not a big fan of Nacho, but he did not like Big Tuna at first either).  Harry is such a good sport when it comes to his big brother.  He hardly ever cries when Clark tries to shove food in his mouth, smacks his head, or tries to kiss him as HARD as he can.  I try to warn him that he has years of Clark torture to look forward to, but he just smiles and tries to eat his hand.  He is such a happy little chunk, and we are so happy to have him.

The Drums of Autmum

The fourth installment of Diana's Outlander series was not as good as the first three...but still a very interesting read.

This book follows Jamie and Claire as they try to build a new life in America.  We also get to hear more from their children and we get a little trip to Lallybroch (one of my favorite fictional places). 

One of the things I love most about Diana's books are the history.  It is so fun to travel back in time.  She writes everything so well, you almost feel as it you were there.  I have learned quite a bit reading her books, and can say I am truly grateful that I live during the time that I do with hot showers, flushing toilets, an grocery stores. I have loved reading about Claire and her adventures in medicine.  I can't imagine how frustrated she must be trying to treat her patients with herbs and natural medicine...given all her knowledge from the future.  

As I approach the end of the series (well until she writes another book...2009!) I am getting a little sad.  I love being apart of these characters lives, as rich as they are....they will be missed.

Counting with Clark

Last week;

1 staple in his head.  He fell off the table and split the back of his head open, 6 hours in the ER later and my little baby got a staple in his head...I am sure it will not be his last either

2 viewings of WALL-E, per day.  He is obsessed with this movie, and I have to constantly sing the songs from Hello Dolly when it is not on (good thing I was a theater nerd).

3 times a day I have to change his clothes.  He used to be such a clean eater and hardly made a mess.  It is like all of the sudden he forgot and there is food everywhere!

4 pacifiers found.  It is like an early Christmas miracle, saves us like $12 buying new ones for our trip home.

5 broken Christmas ornaments.  I finally gave up fighting with him and our Christmas tree is naked.

6 slices of pizza eaten in one sitting. (No not me, Clark) He didn't eat the crust, and the pieces were a little on the small size...but it was the most I have ever seen him eat.  He is definitely going through a growth spurt.

7 times we had to chase him down (man, he is really fast) and try to hold him while Daddy tried to take the staple out of his head.

Clark also learned to count this week.  He does not actually say or enunciate the words (numbers) but he points to things and says "uhn, dahn, uhn, dahn...".  We have to count everything now...

Time to go, the 2nd viewing of WALL-E is about to start, and Clark gets really mad if I don't dance to the song at the beginning ;)

Our Visit With Santa

Clark and Harry with Santa Clause.  As you can see Harry slept through the whole thing, and Clark did not really care (he mostly wanted to get down and run around).  We are so excited for Christmas this year!!  24 more days.

Australia

The best movie of the year, hands down.  Baz Lurhmann is a movie making genius!!  I can find nothing bad to say about it, and little Brandon Walters (who plays Nulla in the movie) will melt your heart.

A Lovely Voyage

Voyager by Diana Gabaldon's 

A voyage indeed, this book crossed 2 continents, 4 countries and went back and forth between 2 times (the 1760's and 1960's).  The book was absolutely riveting.  I could hardly put it down, and in fact would have finished it a day sooner if Jason's wouldn't have hid it from me so I would cook Thanksgiving dinner.  There is nothing this book doesn't have...love, war, time travel, pirates (yes, pirates!), African voodoo magic...it is just too much.  I feel like I am on a ride and I don't know where Diana is taking me, but I love it so much I am NOT getting off.  Characters you almost seem to forget from the other books come back some in haunting twists, and others to save the day.  Through Jamie and Claire's travels they meet up with the most intresting people, it has been fun to goggle the names and see what ties they had in our time (just like Forrest Gump in a way).  I am really loving this series, and I am a terribly sad that there are only 3 books left.  

I read on her website that they are making a movie of the first book, I can't even begin to wonder how much they are going to screw that up.  There is no way to tell they story in one movie, without butchering it to pieces.  I think it would be better suited as a HBO series!  Each book could be a season, and with all the rich characters and layers of the story...there would endless reserve of ideas and dialogue for the writers.  And don't even get me started on who would play Jamie...

Well, I promised Jay I would clean up the house and do some laundry before I started the next book.

Happy Turkey Day

Nothing says Happy Thanksgiving like a spoonful of smashed potatoes!

Yesterday we had our 3rd Annual Turkey Day at the Beach.  I spent all morning begging Clark to watch the Macy's Day parade with me (one of my favorite things about Thanksgiving) and cooking dinner.  I attempted to make home made stuffing for the first time, and it turned out semi-good....give me a another try and I bet it would be awesome.  There was small crisis when we took the bird out of the oven and could not find any white meat.  I was wondering how in all of Hawaii we got stuck with a turkey that had no breasts.  After a tiny panic attack we realized that Jay put the bird in upside down...yep we are such dorks, ha ha ha.  Boy oh boy were those the juiciest turkey breasts we ever ate.  We packed up the car and headed to the beach, where we stuffed ourselves with food, and enjoyed the company of family and dear friends.  Harry slept the entire time, and Clark enjoyed the freedom of running all over the beach and eating whatever he wanted.  I am so thankful that we get to live in Hawaii, and thankful for the great friends that we have here (it is Auntie Carol's and Eddies last year with us...sniff sniff).  I am also so thankful for my family, my brothers and sisters are the best and I love how the family is growing with marriages and babies.  I am thankful for Jason and how hard he works for our family, and what a great Dad he is for the boys.  I am thankful the great neighbors we have, that take such good care of us.  I am thankful for Myspace and Facebook that have helped me find a way to keep in touch with my friends far and wide, some I never thought I would speak to again (I know I am a dork).  I have been so blessed this year, so blessed.  Most of all I am thankful for my boys!  Mama loves you, xoxo.

Happy Thanksgiving,  Love The Bosko Fam

Just a little Tuna...

Clark "talking" on the phone with Daddy, who is just in the next room.  
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2 Months

Not so little Harry passed his 2 month old mark.  Sometimes I forget that he is only 2 months.  With Clark time seemed to fly by, but with Harry it seems to stand still and I feel like I am reliving the same day over and over again.  He is about the size Clark was when he (Clark) was 4 months old.  And although they do have similarities, they are also so different.  Harry is starting to get his own look, and looks nothing like Clark did at this age...well you can see a family resemblance.  He still seems so serious or mysterious.  We haven't quite figured him out yet.

He still eats a ton, I probably go through 10 bottles a day.  And he has finally started sleeping better, last night slept for 4 1/2 straight hours in a row!!!!  That is the longest he has slept since he was born.  He smiles more, and does this super cute winking thing where he scrunches up one side of his face.  I caught him laughing in his sleep this morning,it was the most precious sound ever.  He follows Clark everywhere, with his eyes...and never cries out when Clark "loves" him, or shoves various pieces of food into his mouth.  He loves to be snuggled, way more than Clark (he was always trying to get away), and is still the noisiest eater/sleeper ever.

If I was on top of things and scheduled his 2 month old check up like I was supposed to, then I would have all his measurements and what not...but that will just have to wait until next time.

Dragonfly in Amber by Diana Gabaldon

Hi, my name is April. I am 28 years old.  And I am an Outlander-aholic.  I may need to join a support group...just today I realized I called Clark my bonny wee lass five separate times.

It is 12:30 am and I am hurriedly trying to fall asleep before Harry gets up for his next feeding. But instead of sleeping my mind is racing with thoughts of Jamie, Claire, Fergus, and Murtagh.  (I think I want to replace Gary with a cooler, less annoying cat and name him Murtagh.)

I loved the second installment of the Outlander series.  Drangonfly followed Jamie and Claire to Paris where they tried to shake up the local goverment.  With Claire's knowlege of the future, they try everything to keep one of the deadlist battles in Scottish history from happening.  I couldn't put this book down.  In fact... I spent most of the day/nights clumsily trying to figure out how I can hold Harry and his bottle in his mouth, and turn the pages at the same time.  Diana has a beautiful and natural way of story telling.  She makes you fall in love with the characters, and you even love the ones you hate.  There is never a dull page that you want to skip over, and never once in the over 900 page book did I wonder when it would be over...because you just don't want it to end.  With enough suspense, romance and action to keep me up late everynight I finished the book satisfied...a little heartbroken but satisfied.  I have already started the 3rd book.  It continues right where Dragonfly left off, and is every bit as entertaining and compelling as the previous two books.

Garbage Man

One of the new things Clark likes to do is throw things in the garbage.  We have lost a few sippy cups, lots of silverware, legos, and God knows what else.  I am sure that is what happened to most of his and Harry's pacifiers that are missing, and his Madagascar dvd.

So, today when I went to load some new pictures on my laptop...guess what was missing, my USB drive thingy that I need for my memory card.  The last place I saw it was next to Clark's pacifier on the coffee table.  After a frantic search of the house I see Clark innocently sucking on his pacifier with that look in his eye saying 'you know I threw it away, but you have no proof...'  Jay already took it out the trash, and it is cheap enough I can just get another...but still a huge pain in my butt ahhhhhh!

It is times like this, when I want to duck tape him to the wall, that I try to remind myself of all the cute things he does.  Like lately we have finally got to him to fold his arms all through prayer time, and afterward instead of saying amen he just claps and cheers.  Also, when he wants you to play with him, he will pat the ground next to him going " hmm hmm".  Or my favorite, when he is asking for something he does his little mumbo jumbo Clark jibberish and his voice always goes up really high at the end, and the more you make him repeat it or ignore his request the higher and higher his voice goes...too cute.

Catching Up

It has only been a few days, but I feel like I have been falling behind on every thing (life with 2 kids, right!)...so today I am playing catch up.

Over the weekend I had a chance to meet up with an old friend from Arizona.  Raquel and I grew up in together in church...good ole Goodyear Ward.  It was so fun to see her and get to know her all over again.  It brought back so many good memories of girls camp, and mutual friends.  She is so amazingly down to earth and easy to talk to.  We couldn't have had a better Saturday.  Thanks so much for taking time out of your vacation to hang with us, I can't wait to meet your boys.  

Clark passed his 21 month mark over the weekend.  What a month this was!  He is getting so close to talking, but I think he is being a little stubborn.  Some days I can almost hear him say things, or catch him trying to say something...then the next day nothing.  I feel like I am sitting on pins and needles just waiting for that first word.  He is developing quite a sense of humor.  He is always doing ridiculous things to make us laugh, trying different faces or doing stunts.  The other day he was trying to eat with his eyes close, it was the funniest thing to watch.  He is always trying to put things together, build things, or take apart things...very curious (much like his Daddy).  We took him to see Madagascar 2 (Jason was so excited to take him, a lot more than Clark was) he loved it!  As soon as he recognized the characters and music he was bouncing in his chair.  Clark went through a growth spurt this month, all his shorts have gotten a little shorter, and his feet bigger.  He is thinning out, and is definitely not my chubby baby anymore...he is going to have to be my tiny little man now.  He is such a loud and wild handful, and gives me a run for my money most days...we are definitely right smack in the middle of the terrible twos.  I find it hard sometimes to take him seriously, I can never keep a straight face when he is throwing a tantrum.  Sunday we were sitting outside the nursery room skipping Sunday school and listening to the kids.  We would hear the kids playing and talking, and then every few minutes we would hear...Clark no, put that down, or don't climb on that, Clark stop!  Jay and I were laughing hysterically, and thankful for a couple short hours it wasn't our turn to tame the beast.  

I love this picture of Harry, even though it is a little blurry.  He has the chubbiest little arms. In fact he is pretty chubby everywhere.  Last week I gave up on trying to stuff him into anymore of his baby clothes.  His little belly would always stick out or I wouldn't be able to snap the crotch, so I packed them all up.  He is wearing all 3-6 months sizes (pretty much has been since he was 6 weeks).  He smiles so much now, and lights up when ever his brother is around.  

Saying Cheese

He is trying so hard...it is a little hard to hear but this is what he says when I say "say cheese".
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Happy Birthday Granny

Happy Birthday Granny! (Well, yesterday...sorry I am a day late).

I was thinking of my favorite Granny things that I wanted to share, but there are just too many, so I narrowed to down to my top 10;

1. Granny's Green Pancakes.  I remember when we were kids being so excited to have green pancakes (they are just normal pancakes with green food coloring).  I loved putting sprinkles and red hot candies on them, and thinking of weird shape for you to make them into.  Granny can make the best Uncle Glen pancake!

2. I love that you sing me Happy Birthday every year.

3. I love going on car rides with you, because I know we will sing the whole way.  It's just as fun when I am 28, as it was when I was 4.

4. I love how generous you are.  You are always thinking of other people and what little things would make them happy.  You taught me a lot when it comes to this.

5. I love how you are every ones Granny too.  You always treated our friends just as special as you treat us.  I know I had a couple friends that meant a lot too.

6. I love how happy you sound every time I call you...it makes  me feel like a million bucks!

7. I  love to bake with you.  I cherish my stack of "Granny Recipes" that I keep in my cabinet.  (I think we should make a cookbook.)

8. I love the joy you bring my family.  We are always so happy when you are around.

9. I love that you carrying on the Granny traditions with my boys.  Clark loves his Granny stocking, and he gets so excited when he gets a post card in the mail from you.

10. I love the way your house smells.  We can never really describe it...we just call it Granny's House.  It is comforting and welcoming, and reminds me of all the great times we had there.

11. Just one more... I love that you are always ready for a good time.  It doesn't matter how late it is, or how goofy we all look, or what chores need to be done. You are always a willing participate, just to spend more time with us.

You are the best!  I love and miss you so much. 

p.s. The picture above was taken last year at Pearl Harbor, Granny was trying to take the sailors home.

The Warden's Report

November 5, 2008

8:37am

Woke to Clark screaming bloody murder, he just dropped his pacifier and couldn't reach it....this is going to be a long day.

9:00am

Fed the baby.

9:14am

Clark, deciding I was not pouring his milk fast enough decided to lend me a hand, resulting in 1/2 a gallon of milk all over the kitchen floor and under the fridge.

9:30am

Changed both babies.

9:40am

While I was trying to move the fridge to clean up the milk...Clark, deciding that he actually did NOT want blue-berry waffles tried to shove them in the dvd player.

9:42am

Since he could not put the waffle in the dvd player, he decided the baby's face was the next best place...poor Harry.

10:00am

Clark climbed on to the book shelf and broke my favorite picture frame.

10:14am

Found Clark tattooing himself with a green PERMANENT marker, the tattoos cover half his body.

10:30am

Fed the baby.

10:45am

Still cleaning up the milk....

11:00am

Heard the toilet flush...oh crap!

11:01am.

Found Clark in the bathroom, with the toilet brush scrubbing the wall.  There was water all over the floor, he was dunking the toilet brush in the  toilet water and swinging it around his head.  HOW DID HE OPEN THE BATHROOM DOOR?

11:10am

Giving Clark a bath, trying not to cry.

11:14am

While I was putting the bath rugs in the washer, Clark got out of the tub peed on the floor and then took all the towels in the bathroom into the bath tub with him...ahhhhhh!

11:27am

Changed the worst poopy of the month so far.

11:45am

Still cleaning up after the wrath of Clark...I am hungry and Harry wants to eat AGAIN.

12:00pm

Loa (the best neighbor a mother could ask for) graciously took Clark for the rest of the afternoon. I love Loa...

When do I start to feel like a Mom rather than jail keeper or monkey wrangler?

Just in case you wanted to know...

I loooove musicals, really I do.  I have pretty much loved every one I ever saw.

I love Abba, and I love Colin Firth, and most of the time I even love Meryl Streep.

I love dreamy roof top villas in Greece.

BUT

This movie made me want to kill myself, it was so annoying. Gag, total crap!

Outlander

Outlander by Diana Gabaldon

Drama, passion, mystery, myth...

What a read!!  I really loved this book, I was hooked right from the first chapter.  I am so excited about it, I don't even know where to begin.

The story starts with Claire and her husband Frank on their second honeymoon, in Scotland...during the 1940's.  They are both scholars of sorts, and she is a nurse.  Through circumstances we don't understand (yet) Claire travels back in time 200 years.  Kidnapped by rough and hairy Scot's men, Claire must try and figure out how she got there and if there is a way back home.  She is torn between two lives, and eventually two men that she loves.  Claire is a warrior, not some whiny helpless babe, she is smart, clever and can take care of herself.  Finally a book with a solid female lead...so empowering.

And that is only the very beginning... 

There is a lot of adventure, plenty of sex (it gets pretty steamy in a few places), and enough bad guys to go around....there is even a witch trial (my favorite).  

My favorite part of the whole story is Jamie Fraser.  He is strong, heroic, funny, and what kept me turning the pages...my type of leading man. I found the story to be very romantic in places.  The misty Scottish highlands, roaming the country side sleeping in the heather, and finding love where you least expect it....perfect trusting love.  But it is not just romance, there is a lot of history and fun facts.  I love reading about the 17th and 18th centuries, especially in Scotland and that part of Europe.

The book was a real page turner, and I am sure if I had started it before the baby came I would've finished it within days.  I am already a couple hundred pages into the sequel, Dragonfly in Amber (so far Outlander is part of a 6 book series, and I think book 7 comes out next year), and so far this one is just as intriguing.  I can't wait to see where the story takes me...

Thanks Gramps for a great recommendation!!!

Happy Halloween

Clark was really excited for trick or treating this year.  We had a church party the week before where he figured out the whole "if I wear a costume and bring a bucket, I get candy" routine.  When we got him dressed last night, and gave him his bucket he could hardly wait to get out the door.   He went as Lenny the guinea pig, from Wonder Pets his favorite cartoon.

Just a couple of kitties out on the town, meow!  Thanks to Grandma and Auntie Laura for getting Harry this tiger costume. 

We went trick or treating at the mall, all the stores pass out candy and there is activities for the kids.  While at the mall we found Clark's, I mean Lenny's partner Turtle Tuck (also from the Wonder Pets tv show).  Clark was beyond thrilled.  

Clark with his Lenny head.  It took a lot of convincing to get him to keep it on, I think it helped when he saw the other children wearing their costumes.

Trick or treating with Daddy.  After every store he wanted to sit down and examine what he got, and of-corse try to eat it.  It took us for ever to get around the mall.  After awhile his bucket got so heavy that Daddy had to carry it.

My favorite things about this years Halloween;

Clark sharing his candy with Harry, he kept trying to shove the lolli-pop in Harry's mouth.

Staying up late watching movies (Journey to the Center of the Earth was laaaaame).

The cool rainy weather, that actually made it feel like fall.

Counting Jokers (from Batman, in case ya didn't know) at the mall with Jason, we literally counted 57!  57 Jokers, trying to be scary with really bad make-up.

Getting a coupon  for a free side at Panda Express.

And spending time with my boys...

Happy Halloween 2008

Buckle Boy

Clark is obsessed with buckles. Obsessed!  It all started with him playing with the buckles in his stroller, and car seat...trying to sneak out (he is such a clever little sneak).  He will play with them for hours, literally.  He loves to open and close them, and will try new ways to put them together.  He loves to help me put Harry in his car seat, and claps for joy when the baby is all buckled in.  You would be surprised how many buckles are laying around your house, and Clark can find them anywhere.  He found some I didn't even know or remembered we had...under Harry's swing and his booster seat, on my old purses, Jason's uniforms.  I love that he likes to put things together.  It is fascinating to watch him as he works things out.  

1 Month Old

Once again, it feels weird that he has only been here a month when it seems like forever.

He is growing so fast.  Already bigger than Clark was at this age.  He rolled over yesterday...ROLLED OVER.  He was laying on the couch on his stomach, and was being his normal fidgety self, when the next thing I know he was on his back.  We can't keep him still, he is always trying to get away in his little baby way.

He has started smiling.  Real baby smiles (not gas) it is adorable.  

I've been holding out that he was going to keep some of his dark hair.  But just like his older brother, he is already going bald.  In a couple weeks he is going to start resembling  Jason Alexander.  

Clark is even getting used to having him around.  This morning I was doing the dishes, and Harry started crying in the front room.  Clark jumped up, got a bottle and tried to jam it in his mouth...sure he was a little rougher than he needed to be, but he was being a great older brother.  He likes to watch the baby, but he is sneaky about it, if he thinks someone is watching him (watch the baby) he will pretend he is doing something else.  He doesn't really mind sharing anything with the baby...except his blanket, that is a big no no.

He is eats a ton, almost every two hours...I don't know how he can fit it all in his little tummy.  

We survived the first month...sure our house is a disaster, I have at least 6 loads of laundry to do, dishes in my sink, and I can't remember when was the last time I washed and did my hair...but we are happy.

Pumpkin Hunting

We went to the Pumpkin Patch in Kapolei this past weekend.  It was a breezing morning, and the sun was hidden by clouds...so it actually felt like fall (I was in heaven).  At first Clark really enjoyed it running up an down the rows of pumpkins, saying hi to the other kids and families and getting dirty.  Alas, as most stories go, happy Clark was not with us for very long.  He was tired and thirsty and after being told "No" one to many times (he was so upset he couldn't or didn't have a wagon like some of the other kids...devastated, it was really sad) he had a break down.  Of-course at the same time as Clark's melt-down the baby decided he was hungry...and I left the bottle in the car (bad Mommy, I know).  We hurriedly choose the rest of our pumpkins, got Clark some food and soda to bribe him to stop crying...and left for Wendy's (yay! Wendy's makes every thing better).  The morning wasn't an entire loss, we spent some time with friends, got some fresh veggies at the farmer's market and got a cute family picture.  Next year should be a lot more fun...I can't wait.  

Trying to choose his pumpkin.  He was not entirely sure what the pumpkins are for, but he knew they were fun to throw, kick and sit on.

One of the few pictures where he was smiling and looking at the camera at the same time.

Our Little Family.  One of our first family pictures, since little Harry came.  I was pleasantly surprised that it only took a couple shots to get one where we were all facing the same way.

A Visit From Grandma

We were so lucky to get a visit from Grandma last week.  We got to go shopping, go to the beach, visit the Dole Plantation, and go pumpkin hunting.  It was so nice to have someone to go to the mall with and out to lunch, and Clark LOVED all the attention. (So much so he was crying all day today, because he was lonely.)  

I am so glad that someone was here to help with the babies, I was not entirely ready to do it all on my own yet.  And it was so nice to share Harry with some family (it can be so hard to be far away at times like this).  Thanks Mom, for taking time off work to come out.  Thanks for buying me cookies and wipes at Costco.  Thanks for squishing in the back seat (between BOTH car seats) every time we went some place.  Thanks for doing my dishes, waking up with Clark, and being such a great Grandma.  I know Clark enjoyed spending time with you, and he loves his new puzzles.  Next time I promise more swimming at the beach, and more room in the back seat.  

Thanks Mom!

These are my most favorite potato chips ever.  Lay's Hickory Barbecue...num-yummy!  I can never find them anywhere in Hawaii, they just don't get shipped here I guess.  I craved them every single day of my pregnancy, my mouth would water just thinking of them.  I can't even eat a sandwich or hamburger without a pile of them on my plate.  Imagine my surprise when my Mom brought me a bag when she came along for a visit...THANKS!!  I have been savoring every bite, and trying to make this little bag last as long a possible...hmmmm.  Thanks again Mom!

20 Months of Clark

He has become quite the handful.  He is really learning to push his limits and test our reaction times.  This morning he opened the oven door and climbed up on the stove...Thank God the stove was off!!!  He is a bundle of energy, and I love to watch him run down the halls on his little tip toes.  He is such a climber and dare devil.  He has finally started to get into reading books.  Up until now he has only ever wanted to eat the books (all of his books look like a teething puppy found them), but now he will actually read them himself.  He loves to be outside or in the car, and recognizes the mall as soon as we pull in the parking lot (he loves to play at the mall!).  His two favorite new shows are The Backyardigans and Wonder Pets.  He dances with the Backyardigans, and mimics their moves...and I have even heard him trying to sing/talk along with the Wonder Pets.  We bought him a little Wonder Pets fly-boat toy with the characters, and he loves it so much (carried it with him everywhere the first few days we brought it home).  He is slowly getting used to his new role as a big brother.  Every now and then I can see genuine moments of sweetness when he is with Harry, stroking his head or giving him a kiss, it melts my heart.  He is still not really talking, but I can see (or hear, I guess) him getting closer.  He says uh-oh all the time...especially when he knows he is going to be in trouble :)  I really am in denial about him turning 2 in just a few short months.  My first baby...how do you mothers handle it?  I just want to freeze time (preferably on a tantrum free day) and hold him next to me forever.  I love to watch him learn and grow...I just never realized it would be this hard.  He is changing everyday, and although I love him more and more each day...I also miss the Little Tuna he was last month, and the month before...

Slip Slidin'

Jason keeps little bottles of shampoo and conditioner (that he gets when he travels) under our kitchen sink with our other 72 hour kits and such.  Well, Clark found them...and before we knew it the kitchen floor was covered in shampoo and he was slipping all over it.  I thought it was so funny I couldn't even punish him...and besides every time he fell down he was kinda punishing himself.  Just a day in the life of Clark...

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She's a tiny little nugget...

Lil Baby Williams

Born October 12, 2008

5 lbs. 8 oz   18 in.

Only one day past her due date, Emma gave birth to Lil Williams early this morning.  She is a tiny little smidgen of a baby, practically half the size of Harry.  I am so proud of my little sister, and I can not wait to meet my little niece.  There is no name yet... and we all can't wait to see what they choose.  Welcome to the world, we are so happy you are here!

*Update* We have a name!  Reese Mae Williams!  So precious. 

Two Weeks...

Little Harry is 2 weeks old today.  I can't believe he just got here a couple weeks ago, I really feel like he has been here forever, and he has already changed so much.  He has grown 2 inches and is up to 9 lbs 14 oz. (he is a giant! same size as Clark when he was a month old).  He is a wiggle worm, he hardly ever holds still.  Even in his sleeps he wiggles his arms and legs.  He is so curious, looking around taking everything in...sometimes you can almost see the wheels turning in his head as he figures things out.  He is so noisy too, grunts, sighs, squeaks, moans and makes this funny fake coughing sounds (even in his sleep!) I am surprised he even gets any sleep with how restless he is.  He loves to watch Clark, and gets so concern when Clark is upset.  This morning Clark was throwing a small but loud tantrum... Harry was so curious flinging his head around to try and find Clark, he even started crying a little.  He loves music.  At night when he is restless his Daddy will hold him and put on some music and Harry will calm right down...it is just like magic.  I love what Harry brings to our family.  I feel more complete with him here, and I am looking forward to life down the road when he is a little older.

I am so blessed.  My boys.  They bring me so much joy.  And even though they don't know it right now...they are going to bring each other so much joy and laughter (Clark is still getting used to the idea of a baby brother...baby steps.  This is as close as Clark has gotten since we brought him home).  

Congratulations!

My brother is getting married, and I couldn't be more thrilled!  Sabrina is the best, and most of the time I wish I could be marrying her...he couldn't have chosen a better girl.  They are planning on a December wedding, and I am so excited to be able to come home and be apart of it.  Congratulations BJ and Sabrina!  

Our First Week

I can't believe that it has only been a week since we brought little Harry into the world.  I feel like he has always been here.  The week has gone by fast.  He has been such a good little baby so far.  He sleeps during the day, and likes to stay up all night...but at least he likes to read with me.  He is a good eater, and I can't wait to find out how much he weighs at his appointment next week.  He is quiet, and never really cries unless he is hungry (knock on wood that this doesn't change).  He reminds me so much of Clark when he was a baby, just more serious and reserved.  He loves to watch what is going on around the house, especially his little brother.Clark on the other hand is not adjusting to well.  The sweetness that he showed his brother when they first met in the hospital is gone.  He just dose not like having him around.  Every morning when he gets up and sees Harry he gets this really frustrated look on his face...and I just know he is thinking "crap, he is not gone yet".  He mostly just ignores the baby, he won't sit on the same couch, or even acknowledge whatever parent is holding the baby.  We tried to attempt a picture with the two of them, but Clark would have nothing to do with it (especially when he saw the baby sitting on HIS couch..he was furious).  We are trying to do things that make him still feel special, and we haven't changed our routine too much.  I am just not sure what else to do...except give them time.  I am hoping someday soon it will just click, and he will be happy Harry is here...and hopefully it will be before Harry's first birthday.

Courtsey of Daddy

Just a little video Jason made of Harry's birthday. Please turn off the music player below to hear the sound.

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I did it all by myself...

Early Sunday morning I went into labor. Just a couple weeks early (I was exactly 38 weeks)...and as it turns out perfect timing (Harry was a whopping 8 lbs. 12 0z).

I was sleeping on the couch, the only cool place in the house. It was 3:30am and I had only been asleep for an hour or so. I was startled awake by a kick and a popping feeling...and instantly knew that my water broke. I took a fast shower and woke up Jay. The contractions came on pretty fast and strong...which terrified me. With Clark everything was much slower...and I was worried we would not get to the hospital in time to get my epidural. We only live about 30 minutes from the hospital, but it felt like an hours drive. Clark was laughing and giggling in the back seat...he can be such an early bird, he did not care at all that it was 4:00 in the morning. We FINALLY got to the hospital, checked in, gave Clark to Auntie Carol (who graciously volunteered to watch Clark for us, and drove all the way to the hospital to pick him up...she is the best!) The triage nurse treated me like a idiot, and asked me 50 times if I was sure my water broke..."um no, I just like to walk around peeing all over the floor" (please note April in labor= not very nice). She checked me out, verified it did break (yea, I already knew that) and said I was dilated to 4. I started to panic a little, with Clark I only got dilated to a 3 before I got my epidural and I was so determined to do things the same as I did with Clark (I am a creature of habit). I got my IVs, I gave my history, I apologized to the nurse that I yelled at when I told her I KNEW my water broke, and I settled into bed. My contractions were coming about every 3 minutes, and they were strong. By this point I had already told 5 people I wanted an epidural and asked my nurse when I should be expecting the anesthesiologist. Well, and I could tell by her tone it was bad news, he just went in with another lady for a c-section so it would be about an hour. Seriously! I can do an hour I thought, it was about 4:30am, and I labored with Clark for 8-9 hours, I thought I had plenty of time. That rational thinking only lasted about 15 minutes... My contractions were getting really strong, and I was trying not to cry or yell at anyone. Every one kept telling me to breath, or pretend dumb things like I was blowing out birthday candles or trying to keep a feather blowing around the room (seriously...seriously birthday candles?). First of all, I am not a breath through it type of girl, I know it helps blah blah blah, but I like to squeeze my eyes shut and hold my breath...well that made everyone (including little Harry) crazy. It was about 5:30am, it had only been 2 hours since my water broke, I was asking like crazy for the epidural man and all I was getting was excuse after excuse why he wasn't there yet. (BTW, why in the world, in a hospital as big as Tripler-the biggest on the island- is there only ONE anesthesiologist for the entire Labor and Delivery floor...don't they have some one on call. GEEZ!) The pain was getting worse, and they told me they can give me something to take the edge off (um....why they did not tell me this an hour ago, we will never know, maybe they thought the whole blowing out the birthday candle advice would actually be helpful). I can't remember what they gave me, they just put it in my IV (I plan on finding out what the drug was because I think I had a bad reaction to it, and I plan to never take it again). She said it would make me a little drowsy and help take the edge of the contractions. This is when all hell broke lose. I am not sure if it was just me, or a normal reaction to the drug...but I passed out. I could not talk, focus my eyes, or really do anything except cry. I felt like all it did was intensify my contractions. I would fall asleep (or pass out) and then 2 minutes later wake up to the most excruciating pain, cry and try to ask for help....then pass out again. I felt this intense panic in the air, and I felt out of control. I have no idea how much time had passed, I only knew I was still being yelled at to breath and someone was trying to flip me from side to side like pancake. I was checked again, and I was dilated to an 8 but the right side of my cervix was not opining all the way. Up until this moment I still thought I had a chance to get my epidural, but the nurse assured me I would probably deliver before the anesthesiologist could get there (where the hell was he coming from, California?) I couldn't focus enough to talk, and I was trying to tell them I needed to push. For some reason I could not open my eyes, and I was panicking cause I couldn't find Jason. Harry's heart beat was erratic because I was holding my breath and denying us both of oxygen...we were both in distress. I started pushing. They all started yelling at me that it wasn't time, but I couldn't talk to tell them I did not have a choice. I was still passing out in between each contraction and then waking up to everyone yelling at me. I knew the epidural man was never coming, and I just couldn't take the panic all around me anymore. So, I decided it was time to get him out, whether they wanted me to push or not. The doctor came in, I was completely dilated except for that right side again...they were trying to tell me not to push because I could rip my cervix and then have to have a surgery. Well, too late he was coming fast (Harry), and I was not about to tell him to slow down. The doctor did something, some fancy stretching thing, and I was finally given permission to push him out. It only took two contractions and he was here. I remember forcing my eyes open and seeing the back of his head (he was freaking HUGE) I was calling out to him trying to touch him, but they wouldn't let me. (How come in tv shows and movies people are always allowed to hold their baby after it comes out, but in real life they whisk them away? I did not even get to see his face.) Jason was with Harrison while they were cleaning him up, and making sure he was all in one piece. He was having a little trouble catching his breath so they gave him oxygen, but other than that he was as perfect as can be. I was laying in bed waiting to see my baby, cursing the nurse who said the worst was over (obviously see never got stitches in her hoo-hoo, whatever they injected me with that they said would numb me was working as well as the stuff they said "would take the edge off"). I couldn't believe I just did it...my worst nightmare come true (ok, I am just a little overly dramatic). When the doctor was done working on my downstairs, a long 30 minutes later...I was finally able to see and hold my little baby. He was precious, so chunky and lovable. It was love at first site. The whole mornings events just melted away. It did not matter how he came into the world, just that he was finally here. The Happy hormones kicked in, and I suddenly forgot to yell at all the nurses and doctors (although at my next appointment I will have a list of questions about what happened and why). Got to love those happy hormones...

I did it all by myself! I never thought that I would be able to go through a natural childbirth (well, I knew I could do it if I had to but I had no desire to ever try to), and for such a chunky baby. Would I do it again? Nope...I don't think I would. Clark's labor and delivery was so calm and peaceful, I was alert, I could communicate and think straight. Harrison's delivery was scary, there was an air of panic all around me and I felt out of control, I wouldn't have been able to make a decision to save my life. Sure, the recovery with Harrison's delivery has been much quicker, but I don't think a few days of faster recovery was worth the way I felt for those 3 hours (Can you believe I was only in labor for 3 1/2 hours...that is crazy). The important thing is that he is here, and I have been blessed with two of the most precious boys a mother could ask for.

I am your brother...

I was so excited to introduce Clark and Harry. Everyone was taking bets to see what Clark would do. He surprised us all by being so calm and reserved. He gently touched his face, and just stared at him. Harry was cooing and couldn't take his eyes off Clark. After Clark satisfied his curiosity, he jumped off the bed, and turned on the tv (how he knew exactly what button to push we don't know...he sure loves his shows). For the past 3 days Clark hasn't really payed any attention to Harry, every so often he will examine him again and see what he can get away with (how far he can pull his arm before Mom yells, or how hard he can kiss his head). But so far he is just adjusting to being part of a duo, I think he misses being the head honcho...but as soon as Harry is more mobile I know Clark will be ready to play.
I hope the videos aren't too dark to see properly. Also, you will have to turn of the music player below if you want to hear the sound on the video.



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I am so blessed to be a mother, especially to these 2 adorable little boys. My heart is so full of gratitude and love. I couldn't be happier than I am right now.

He is here!

Harrison William Bosko

Born September 28, 2008 7:09 am

8 lbs. 12 oz.   18 1/2 ins.

Little Harry.  I couldn't be more in love, seriously.

When he is awake he is so alert, looking around

 at everything and taking it all in.  He has the chubbiest cheeks ever!

He has the longest fingers and toes...I think he takes after Jason's side of the family a little more.  He looks a lot like Clark did when he was born, except chubbier (Clark was only 7.12 lbs). 

 So far he has been a quiet baby, he loves to snuggle and (luckily) sleeps a lot.  I love these first few weeks of life so much...it doesn't get better than this!

ps. more pics at   http://www.flickr.com/photos/sir_sparky/