Brammer Family

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

How Could Max Hall Hate Him?

You can't be classless and this cute at the same time. I think Mr. Hall has some thinking to do.

Couldn't you just dump a beer all over him and then eat him up? Yeah, me too.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

For the past few weeks whenever Hudson and I went out, I kept getting a lot of "oh, look at those curls!! She is so cute!" She? "She" who is wearing the shirt with the fire trucks and transformer shoes? Is that the "she" you're referring to? People. Hmph. But then, when Hudson starting waking up from his nap looking like this...

....it could be avoided no longer. I finally broke. It was time for my "girl" to get HIS first haircut. We walked across the street to our lovely neighbor who has been entrusted with the rest of the Brammer hair. That's right. Oh, oh. We have a hair stylist in our neighborhood. In our neighborhood. In our neigh-bor-hood! Ah, Sesame Street. I use you more everyday than anything I learned in high school.

I don't know who was more nervous, me or Jeb. I was worried that after this cut Hudson would lose all his curls. So, I told Jeb that if that happened we were going to continue to have children until I got another little curly haired baby. That's when Jeb started to panic. Hudson was just fine with all of it. The scissors made him a little nervous at first, but only for a second. He sat still and watched all the happenings in the mirror.

The curls remained, and even became curlier with some of the weight off. Thank goodness. I don't know how many more kids I could have handled until those ringlets resurfaced.

Monday, April 19, 2010

Hudson's Paternity - THE RESULTS!

The test results are back, and I am ready to reveal the father of my 4th child, Hudson Mitchel. Ready?

Art Garfunkel....you..... ARE the father!!! (Shouts and cheers from the Maury crowd. Jeb starts to cry and storms off the stage. Art and I embrace.)

Oh, you bet I'll be cashing in those child support checks. I've hit the mother lode. Bridge over troubled water like crazy.

Thursday, April 15, 2010

From 4 to 2

I was working at the computer when out of the corner of my eye I saw a purple flash race past the house on the sidewalk. Jeb came in and asked "Did you see Leah?" He reported to me that she had entered the 2 wheel club and ushered into the big kids, big bike league. "I didn't even see you chasing her up and down the street!" "Nope" he replied. "I just took the training wheels off and away she went. She was ready."

I wasn't ready, though. She is going so fast, and not just on her bike.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Holden Rudolf

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

He Is Here

Holden Rudolf Brammer was born Sunday March 28, 2010 at 11:42 p.m.

I was hoping that the trend of our babies getting smaller each time would continue, but Holden had other ideas on that. He weighed in at 9 pounds 10 ounces, and was 23 inches long. He is our biggest baby by almost 2 pounds. My doctor suggested naming him Hercules.

We were all surprised. When the nurses took him to do his evaluation, they just kept exclaiming "Oh my goodness! Almost 10 pounds!". The delivery was very hard. Up until now, pushing has been kept to a minimum. Not with this guy. I had to work to get this bruiser here. Luckily, I had one of my cousins-in-law, Corinne Scott, there to help me. And oh, how I fell in love with the epidural man. I love him so, so much. Way more than Jeb. No contest.

The kids came the next day to meet their new little brother.

Holden and all of his mamas.

The biggest sister.

Our first big brother.

Leah loves the new addition.

And Hudson, you ask? How did he like seeing the baby? Well, just take a look at the picture of all 5 of them and you decide what he thinks.

Hysterical. I've been getting the cold shoulder from him ever since. We're working on it.

We still had no name for this big ball of love by the time we were supposed to be leaving. The yellow paper just sat, and sat, and sat on the table the entire time I was there. With every shift change my new nurse would ask if I was ready for her to take it, and I would deflatedly sigh and shake my head. The pressure was mounting. I called Jeb at night after he put the kids down so we could try and brainstorm something, ANYTHING, to name this cuddle monkey. Every visitor and nurse was asked for opinions. Bo and I scoured the phone book under "H" to see if any inspiration was to be found.

We finally landed on Holden Rudolf. Jeb got his "H" name, and the middle name is after my opa, Rudolf Gustav Wobbe. Abigail loves the Rudolf because she says that opa "helped save Germany".

The day we came home was wonderful. My mom and dad and Bo had come to give us a new baby heart attack. It was probably my favorite part of having this big guy. I loved it. I'm sure the post baby hormones had something to do with it, but seeing all the work they did for us made my heart swell to the point of tears.

We are so blessed to have had this bundle delivered to us safely. Now we are loving being back in this new baby place again. I am soaking up the delicious smell of a warm baby head on my chest, melting at the feel of big cheeks pooling on my shoulder, spending the day counting chins, and trying to memorize every minute of newborn he gives me. See me swooning?

Saturday, March 20, 2010

The Big Number Two For Old Blue Eyes

Hudson is now 2 years old. He doesn't feel that old since he still doesn't talk. At all. He does say dad, car (with the Brooklyn accented cah), fish (sheesh), shark (darsh), don't, yes (des), and the at least 1000 times a day favorite word... ball. But still no mom. Traitor. He even says basketball. How can the word basketball be easier to say than mom? I am officially offended.

Here is the big #2 in pictures of our Buster:

He loves her the best.

He thinks he is the funniest.

He is learning to tolerate this one.

His favorite things.

His favorite place.

He does this when he doesn't want to eat.

And this.

And this.

We call it the wrist action. He twists his hand inward and will only swat at the incoming utensil with the back of his wrist. I know. He's weird. But it cracks me up.

His hair is still awesome. He's 2 years old and no haircut yet. Mom is winning that one!

This guy can light up a room. He is so happy and so crazy that you have no choice but to laugh. And once he knows he's got you going, he will stop at nothing to keep it up. He's our growling, face pulling, Hakka dancing, ball throwing, funny guy. And even though he won't say mom, I love him more than anything. Happy birthday, Buster Blue Eyes.

Friday, March 19, 2010

Check, Check, Check

I usually like the word "check". It seems like an efficient little word. You use it as you are clearing off your things to do list. Did I do this? Check. Did I do this? Check. Ah, accomplishment.

I also like the payment kind of check. Those are always fun to get as well. Who doesn't love depositing or cashing a check? No one, I tell you. We can all get together on at least that one.

But, this other kind of check I think should be called something else. I don't know what word to use, but certainly something not as fun as "check". Yup. I'm there. I have to be "checked" at the doctor once a week now. It's fine. It's fine. Good information, at least. Although, if the good man doesn't tell me that I'm at like a 53, I can't vouch for his personal safety.

To mark the blessed occasion, Bo came over to give us all pedi's. We were thinking that if I had cute toes, I could use my feminine wiles to convince the doctor to just admit me right there on the spot. Or, at least I wouldn't be embarrassed by the toes that I haven't seen in about 4 months. Isn't she thoughtful? We love Bo.

Check, check, check, check, and check. She got us all. Even Harrison, until he got too wiggly and spread dark blue polish all over the carpet. Then he was done. But the rest of us have lovely toes complete with dainty little flowers. We tried to get a picture of my feet, but they have taken a cue from my belly and are far too swollen to fit into any regular camera lens. Tree trunk comes to mind. As does disgusting, inhuman, and just gaping jawed silence. This has got to end soon. Everyone be thinking big numbers.

Thanks, Bo. This helps so much with my "I look ridiculous" attitude.