Holding Jackson - if you try and take him away, she will repeatedly say "more" and pat her lap until you get her attention away.
Cookie dough - she recognizes the hook! Like a true Dabney girl, right Liz and Amanda?
Her own mini stroller to push - this is the best $10 we've spent in a heck of a long time.

Monday, September 15, 2008
Friday, September 12, 2008
after hours accident
Adam got in a car accident last night on his way home from work. He stopped for traffic, but the car in back of him didn't. His leg hit the dashboard and then he slammed back into the driver's seat, breaking it. By the time he got home he was limping pretty bad, but still I had to convince him it was a good idea to go into the after-hours clinic he goes to for physicals. It was a pretty comical visit. The admitting secretary asked if he was in pain - am I weird for thinking that was an obvious question? She asked for his address and he responded "(801) 627..." then our address. She asked for his birthdate and he responded "August....January 1, 1982." I corrected him and said "January 8, 1982." He looked at me like I was an idiot and said "That's what I said." Luckily the nurse was on my side. Then Lily realized a little boy (about 4 yrs old) in the play area sitting at a table had a bag of candy so she went and sat by him. He left and started running away from her - she followed quite dilligently saying "mommy" repeatedly. Adam and I thought it was pretty funny, especially since it lasted our entire wait of about 5 minutes (although I did have to reassure the little boy that she wouldn't hurt him, she just wanted his candy).
Anyways, this morning Adam went to work, despite my suggestion that he stay home and actually follow the doctor's recommendation that he alternate ice and heat on his leg and keep it raised so it would heal faster - I didn't even mention my concern about his concussion-related answers to the secretary last night. Apparently, I'm the one who doesn't know anything!
Anyways, this morning Adam went to work, despite my suggestion that he stay home and actually follow the doctor's recommendation that he alternate ice and heat on his leg and keep it raised so it would heal faster - I didn't even mention my concern about his concussion-related answers to the secretary last night. Apparently, I'm the one who doesn't know anything!
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Dabney Grandchildren #6 and #7
Saturday, September 6, 2008
tribute
While I was in labor with Jackson, I couldn't stop thinking about how different it was compared to Lily's birth. I have to admit that in a way, I was pretty excited to go to the hospital because of how enjoyable labor was with Lily. I told Adam at one point it was like we were going on a date. And although the outcome was a bit different than I expected, I wanted to take the opportunity to write my thoughts down of my wonderful husband and my first birthing experience. Adam was such a huge part of it and I seriously could not have done it naturally without him. I never wanted to quit and give up. It never entered my mind to ask for drugs: I had Adam there as my pain-blocking, endorphin-producing companion. I don't really remember any pain, although I'm sure that is the case with most women. Having him by my side was so soothing. He was there every second to support me, lightly stroking my arms, keeping my forehead cool with a wet washcloth, offering me ice cold apple juice for hydration, and *wow*. Those eyes! All I had to do was concentrate on those green beauties to get me through each contraction by relaxing my entire body. He was not just hanging out in the room, but was right by my side, encouraging and affirming. It really is one of my favorite memories of our marriage so far.
Validation
Yesterday I was talking with Amanda about our labors (she had her baby on Wednesday), and I mentioned how Jackson had come out with his hand up next to his face. She was kind of shocked and said that she was reading in a book about how rare that is and how much more painful it's supposed to be. So I looked it up on the internet and found out that it is called a compound birth and is considered a rare abnormality. Awesome! I feel totally validated now for screaming so much and swearing three times (although twice *was* in German - that's not as bad, right?)
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Mimi comes to visit
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