My sister who helped me name this Blog thinks this is one of the cutest videos Julian has made. This one was taken from my cellphone. Julian is about 3 in this video. Without further ado, here is Julian singing "Iron Man"
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Adrian Singing the President Song
For Adrian's 2nd grade talent show he sang a song of the presidents. This was taken from my camera and I had to zoom WAY in so it is a bit shaky and not so great quality.
Julian's Guide To Fastfood Places
Julian's Guide To Fastfood
- BurgerKing is the best place to eat and BurgerKing has the best toys.
- McDonalds is very slow and it takes too long and I wait and wait and daddy takes too long.
- TacoBell TOO HOT!
- Subway Is good but it doesn't have toys.
- Wendys is fast and has CDs
Meet The Youngest Son
While my oldest son was having his adenoid removed, I was pregnant with my now 4 year old son. I was scared through the pregnancy that he too, like his older brother would be premature. This one went to the book. He grew fine, and his due date was March 10, 2005.
When November rolled around I lost my grandfather to cancer. I thought this sadness of my wonderful grunting grandpa would upset me so much I would have this baby early too. But come to find out this child who shared the date I was supposed to be born, seemed to have the same hard head that I had. He was waiting it out.
March 10 I had a appointment if I hadn't had him yet. Well that day rolled around, no baby yet. The doctor said I had been having contractions but he was sure he didn't need to tell me. He decided to, ouch, stretch my cervix. Not too much fun but he did tell me to expect to go into labor that night or the morning after. Sure enough, March 11, my 22nd birthday, labor had decided to come visit and wish me happy birthday. I called my mom and she came to wait for my oldest to wake and take him to her house. My husband drove me to the hospital, I thought there was no reason for the pain of labor on my birthday.
So we waited in the hospital. The nurses checked me and I was 8 cm. About 10 mins later I told them I had to have the baby, my body was starting without anyone, it was very ready. They didn't believe me really, said I couldn't have fully gone to 10 cm in ten mins and checked again. Yep, 10 cm, but the nurse urged me not to have the baby now, the doctor was still in another room helping someone else have their baby. She had delivered a baby before but didn't want to do it again. It was kinda comical and still is to think about it now. But then my baby's heart rate kept dropping, he was going up and down again with each contraction. This scared me so much thinking of how great the pregnancy had gone. Even though when I went in, they realized at some point I had lost all the fluids and were pumping water inside me for our baby.
The doctor finally came in and in 3 mighty pushes, there he was. 6 lbs and healthy.
Now today, I say as many do, if I had him first, he would have been an only child. This 4 year old decided he was ready for everything way before he was. He started pulling himself up and walking along things at 6 months. He hadn't even fully been sitting up when he decided to try to pull himself up on things. He has always been a daredevil and has the scars to prove it. He feels next to no pain but if he does, mommy kisses makes it go away instantly. I think at times he just wants the kisses.
He wasn't as much of a challenge as his older brother in the sense that he had kinks to work out, but wow, he is always making me feel like gray hairs are sprouting from fully brown hair. I think one day I will wake up to nothing but white hair.
A famous Julian quote - "Mommy! I have a question! ............ I love you"
When November rolled around I lost my grandfather to cancer. I thought this sadness of my wonderful grunting grandpa would upset me so much I would have this baby early too. But come to find out this child who shared the date I was supposed to be born, seemed to have the same hard head that I had. He was waiting it out.
March 10 I had a appointment if I hadn't had him yet. Well that day rolled around, no baby yet. The doctor said I had been having contractions but he was sure he didn't need to tell me. He decided to, ouch, stretch my cervix. Not too much fun but he did tell me to expect to go into labor that night or the morning after. Sure enough, March 11, my 22nd birthday, labor had decided to come visit and wish me happy birthday. I called my mom and she came to wait for my oldest to wake and take him to her house. My husband drove me to the hospital, I thought there was no reason for the pain of labor on my birthday.
So we waited in the hospital. The nurses checked me and I was 8 cm. About 10 mins later I told them I had to have the baby, my body was starting without anyone, it was very ready. They didn't believe me really, said I couldn't have fully gone to 10 cm in ten mins and checked again. Yep, 10 cm, but the nurse urged me not to have the baby now, the doctor was still in another room helping someone else have their baby. She had delivered a baby before but didn't want to do it again. It was kinda comical and still is to think about it now. But then my baby's heart rate kept dropping, he was going up and down again with each contraction. This scared me so much thinking of how great the pregnancy had gone. Even though when I went in, they realized at some point I had lost all the fluids and were pumping water inside me for our baby.
The doctor finally came in and in 3 mighty pushes, there he was. 6 lbs and healthy.
Now today, I say as many do, if I had him first, he would have been an only child. This 4 year old decided he was ready for everything way before he was. He started pulling himself up and walking along things at 6 months. He hadn't even fully been sitting up when he decided to try to pull himself up on things. He has always been a daredevil and has the scars to prove it. He feels next to no pain but if he does, mommy kisses makes it go away instantly. I think at times he just wants the kisses.
He wasn't as much of a challenge as his older brother in the sense that he had kinks to work out, but wow, he is always making me feel like gray hairs are sprouting from fully brown hair. I think one day I will wake up to nothing but white hair.
A famous Julian quote - "Mommy! I have a question! ............ I love you"
Meet The Oldest Son
First, I figured I would tell a bit about my family.
I was 16 years old when I had my oldest son. I know a few people would grown and look down on someone of my age having kids. Yeah yeah, kids having kids right? Not really. I had a few life struggles that made me more than what the average 16 year old was. I did finish high school after my son was born. I did not however go to college, a choice I regret but that is changing. I took my SATs and hope to make it into a college next year.
Enough about me. My husband and I met in high school. We met through a good friend of mine. We didn't hit it off right away and I sort of disliked him. Well, that is what I told myself.
My pregnancy with my now 9 year old, was easy going at first. He was due January 7, 2000. Instead I started going into labor the end of October. They stopped it quickly and sent me home. I again showed up November 10, 1999, in the hospital at about 7 am with hard contractions. They found I was 5 1/2 cem. by then. They again stopped it all and told me I would stay in the hospital until my due date. But this wouldn't do for my first child. Nope, he wanted to make it to his baby shower and decided to wake me up November 15, 1999 at 1 am with more contractions. The nurses gave me heavy sleeping pills. So when I woke, I had no clue I was having contractions.
My birthing classes were to take place November 20 in the hospital since I didn't get to go to my scheduled one. I can say I didn't know how this all worked, so it was confusing with the added sleeping pills that kept me somewhat asleep during it all. Our son was born that day at 4:36 am I remember the NICU doctor tell me that my son would be placed on various tubes and he may grow up with learning problems. He was preparing me for the worst. But I didn't even take it in, not my child. No no, he was going to be fine.
Well, he was. A few hours after being weighed in, 4 lbs 5 oz, he had all tubes removed but still was in his incubator and a feeding tube. The feeding tube didn't last long though, maybe a day. They told me he wouldn't go home until his due date, but again, not my child. Nope he lost his birth weight and was 3 lbs 11 oz when he went home 5 days later.
By the time he was a month old, our baby had gained more than half his weight and was over 6 lbs. Now almost 10 years later, he has no problems. Though he did have speech problems. We put him in a pre-school when he was 3. I thought nothing of his speech, it was kinda his and my secret language. I understood him fine, but I never thought others didn't quite understand him. Phrases such as "La-la" doesn't mean "water" to everyone else? Guess not.
They did testing on him and not fully understanding all his answers, they found that his speech problems didn't come from being "slow" he actually ended up being in the 75th percentile of children 3-5 in that school county. I told them that he was pre-mature and they found it hard to believe. They put him in speech classes to help him. He is now out of those classes and doing just fine.
We also found that he had sleep apnea due to an enlarged adenoid. They said this could have made a bit of an addition to his speech problems. They removed his adenoid and tonsils which did seem to help a bit.
Today, this child said to have a large chance of a learning problem, is pretty much top of his class. He has been suggested to attend the classes for gifted children at his school. He reads at a 9th grade reading level, well he did when he was in 3rd grade. He his proven all the doctors and thoughts of premies wrong. I believe he knew when he had to come into life and he knew he was meant to be something, as I believe today.
Sometimes I also believe he is too smart for his own good. A great deal of adults tell me they forget they are speaking to a child when they are talking to him. I have heard this about him since he was 3.
A famous Adrian quote would be - "I'm just saying..."
I was 16 years old when I had my oldest son. I know a few people would grown and look down on someone of my age having kids. Yeah yeah, kids having kids right? Not really. I had a few life struggles that made me more than what the average 16 year old was. I did finish high school after my son was born. I did not however go to college, a choice I regret but that is changing. I took my SATs and hope to make it into a college next year.
Enough about me. My husband and I met in high school. We met through a good friend of mine. We didn't hit it off right away and I sort of disliked him. Well, that is what I told myself.
My pregnancy with my now 9 year old, was easy going at first. He was due January 7, 2000. Instead I started going into labor the end of October. They stopped it quickly and sent me home. I again showed up November 10, 1999, in the hospital at about 7 am with hard contractions. They found I was 5 1/2 cem. by then. They again stopped it all and told me I would stay in the hospital until my due date. But this wouldn't do for my first child. Nope, he wanted to make it to his baby shower and decided to wake me up November 15, 1999 at 1 am with more contractions. The nurses gave me heavy sleeping pills. So when I woke, I had no clue I was having contractions.
My birthing classes were to take place November 20 in the hospital since I didn't get to go to my scheduled one. I can say I didn't know how this all worked, so it was confusing with the added sleeping pills that kept me somewhat asleep during it all. Our son was born that day at 4:36 am I remember the NICU doctor tell me that my son would be placed on various tubes and he may grow up with learning problems. He was preparing me for the worst. But I didn't even take it in, not my child. No no, he was going to be fine.
Well, he was. A few hours after being weighed in, 4 lbs 5 oz, he had all tubes removed but still was in his incubator and a feeding tube. The feeding tube didn't last long though, maybe a day. They told me he wouldn't go home until his due date, but again, not my child. Nope he lost his birth weight and was 3 lbs 11 oz when he went home 5 days later.
By the time he was a month old, our baby had gained more than half his weight and was over 6 lbs. Now almost 10 years later, he has no problems. Though he did have speech problems. We put him in a pre-school when he was 3. I thought nothing of his speech, it was kinda his and my secret language. I understood him fine, but I never thought others didn't quite understand him. Phrases such as "La-la" doesn't mean "water" to everyone else? Guess not.
They did testing on him and not fully understanding all his answers, they found that his speech problems didn't come from being "slow" he actually ended up being in the 75th percentile of children 3-5 in that school county. I told them that he was pre-mature and they found it hard to believe. They put him in speech classes to help him. He is now out of those classes and doing just fine.
We also found that he had sleep apnea due to an enlarged adenoid. They said this could have made a bit of an addition to his speech problems. They removed his adenoid and tonsils which did seem to help a bit.
Today, this child said to have a large chance of a learning problem, is pretty much top of his class. He has been suggested to attend the classes for gifted children at his school. He reads at a 9th grade reading level, well he did when he was in 3rd grade. He his proven all the doctors and thoughts of premies wrong. I believe he knew when he had to come into life and he knew he was meant to be something, as I believe today.
Sometimes I also believe he is too smart for his own good. A great deal of adults tell me they forget they are speaking to a child when they are talking to him. I have heard this about him since he was 3.
A famous Adrian quote would be - "I'm just saying..."
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