Archive for January, 2008


Wednesday, January 30th, 2008

Napping after all the excitement this past weekend.

Stages of Pregnancy

Tuesday, January 29th, 2008

Ages 16-22: She better not get pregnant; wouldn’t that just screw up her school, her career, her whole life…

Age 22.5: Well this Joshua thing seems to be pretty serious. I wonder when the babies are coming?

Age 23-25: Babies babies babies are coming any day nowwwwwww…

Age 25.5: What the hell? Maybe she needs some advice.

Age 28: She says she doesn’t want kids but I know better.

Age 30: Utter. Despair.

Age 31: Glimmer of hope? Nope. Shot down.

Age 32: Utter. Despair.

Age 33: I knew it! I always knew it! Maybe she needs some advice.


Weeks 6-11: Whoa. Look at those knockers!

Week 17: Probably overate.

Week 20: Maybe pregnant but I better not say anything in case I get decked.

Week 25: Definitely pregnant but I better not touch the belly in case I get decked. Maybe she needs some advice.

Week 30: You’re 30 weeks already?! Jeez—you hardly look it; are you sure you’re gaining enough weight?

Week 30: oh mY GOD! You’re HUUUGE!!

Week 36: Hmm, I can’t decide between the pink kitten ruffle bib or this pastel lavender lace bomb. No matter! I’m sure she’ll need them both. (And probably some advice.)

Week 39: Holy Crap! Whatddya got in there, a volkswagon!?

Week 39 1/2: “How do you feel?” “Are you looking for the bathroom Ma’am?” “I thought you would have had that thing already!” “Wow are you having twins?” “There’s this pizza place in northeast; guaranteed to put you in labor. If, you know, you were interested…” “How do you feel?”

Week 39 3/4: She’s gonna blow! Run for cover! Har Har. No, seriously, maybe she needs some advice.

Week 1: “Ohhhh! When are you due?” Hey! She decked me!

Portland Jugglers on TV

Friday, January 25th, 2008

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Today’s Oregon Art Beat on OPB featured The Portland Jugglers. It will broadcast again Sunday the 27th at 2am and 6pm. I’m on the right there in the opening few seconds before Rhys starts explaining ancient Egyptian tomb jugglers.

The Labor Story

Wednesday, January 23rd, 2008

[Three days old.]

[One week with wide-open eyes.]

My mom arrived on Thursday and we all spent the next couple days hanging around staring at my belly and waiting for me to go off. Saturday night, I finally did. Except I sort of didn’t realize it. Read on (if you dare–and I’m serious here) for a lengthy tale of denial, bodily fluids, unmedicated birth, the word “unpleasant,” and did I mention denial?


Week 2

Tuesday, January 22nd, 2008

It’s been a over a week now and we’ve just started to venture outside. The last two days have given us some sun coupled with clear cold skies and a mean wind. Ronin snuggles into the moby without fussing too much. She’ll quickly become familiar with our little neighborhood. In the past 6 months we’ve hardly left it. A very homey area that stretches form SE 20th to 39th and from Burnside to Hawthorne. Only about a mile across it contains everything we need. The only regular exceptions include weekly forays to the Hollywood Trader Joe’s and Wednesday night juggling at Reed College.

Cheyenne rarely gets more than an hour or two before Ro starts clamoring for a boob. Nestled between our pillows at night she can sometimes go a little over 3 hours before being roused by hunger pains. Woken by hunger, then satiated by feeding which is almost always followed by a huge poop. We are then left with a dilemma; change the couche and risk waking her up or sleep with a poopy kid. Fears of diaper rash usually lead to a prompt changing but we delay it as long as possible to try and catch multiple movements.

Ro spends most of her time napping or staring at the ceiling fan. When she does get cranky there is little to do but offer the breast. Occasionally she can be consoled with my little finger. Great Grandpa Tucker sent us a plush sheep with a noisemaker sewn into the guts. Crashing waves will sometimes do the trick. I turn it up really load to get her attention and then slowly back off the volume as she settles.

Site Talk: Spam Karma went totally berserk swallowing every comment as spam and crashing large portions of the site. Thanks Angelea for pointing it out! I don’t have the patience to fix it and Dave has announced that he will stop maintaining SK2 soon anyway. So… I decided to try Akismet. I’m not totally happy with it but it’s the easiest way to get things back online.

I rescued as many comments as I could, but some may have been lost forever. Thanks everyone, we appreciate all the love you’ve been sending our way.

Also, I forgot that new grandparents would want prints of everything, so I’ll try to remember to link in high res images (click the pictures).

Cheyenne Weil, Joshua Coxwell