Tuesday, May 27, 2014

Happy one month, Michael!

Happy one month sweet baby boy! 

You have grown so much! You weigh 11 pounds 7 ounces, and are now 22 inches long.

You can lift your head, you roll from your side to your back, and you've even started making little coos! Your tracking and grasping are right on track. Everyone likes to tell us how big and strong you are for only being one month old!

Mommy, Daddy, and Sophia love you sooo much!!!

I love Babies in jammies!

There's nothing better in the whole world than babies in jammies! Seriously; my favorite!!!

Poor little Mikey has been sounding really squeaky for the last two days. He also has been spitting up like crazy! But he's still eating plenty and gaining weight. Either way we're going to the doctor for his one month checkup tomorrow, so hopefully it's nothing. 

It's been a busy weekend, and I'm not stoked about going back to work more :(
I went in for a few hours last week. I was exhausted though, look at those dark circles!

And today Michael went with me and we stayed a LONG time.

I was happy to go pick up my other sweet baby

And one more Jammie picture from last night :)

Monday, May 26, 2014

Uncle Dave's Party

It's Memorial Day weekend. And sadly it's also the end of the countdown to Dave's last day. 

Life on Molokai ain't easy, the worst part is being away from your family. And right behind that is saying goodbye to the friends you make that become just like your family.

But the good news is Sophia had tons of fun playing with her "fwiends" we had fun talking to our friends and a always, there was a ton of delicious food!

Saturday, May 24, 2014

Tuesday was carrot day

We finally dug up all the rest of the carrots from our garden this week. 

Sophia helped me wash them

My original goal was to till up the garden immediately so we could replant, but instead, we looked at houses.

There's some land for sale at kamalo. But it will pretty much max out our budget because of the huge down payment, so we wouldn't have any money left to build, we'd have to save for awhile first (and keep paying rent)

But it's really pretty!

And just as we got qualified to buy it, we saw this flyer:
So we went to check it out. It's actually really nice, but stuck in 1971 and needs a new roof. We put in a lowball offer, so we're not getting our hopes up at all.

Monday, May 19, 2014

Our beautiful backyard!

Juat some pics from aroun the yard this afternoon

And we also have the world's kids

Michael's first beach day

Baby Michael turned 3 weeks old yesterday. We celebrated by taking him to the beach for the first time!

Sunday, May 18, 2014

Rose garden attempts

I saw on Pinterest that you could start new rose bushes from old florist roses. 

Attempt number one was right before Easter, around 1 month ago. I cut the stems of fresh flowers and put them in soil in a ziploc. Unfortunately, I couldn't find my rooting hormone. Things were looking good, and a few of the stems were even growing new leaves, but when I opened the bag today, nothing had roots :(

I tried again with Daniel's Mom's left over Mother's Day flowers.

They were already kinda dead, and I didn't realize until I pulled everything apart that they were cut stems in foam :( I tried anyway with the few I could salvage. None had and leaves, but on the plus side, I found my rooting hormone!!! (I had put it in the fridge with the jelly-go figure)

And then I remembered from college you can do mums too!

But again, no leaves, so we'll see...

Saturday, May 17, 2014

Coconut Chocolate Pie

New Pinterest recipe! 

Found here:


It was really easy to make! And only required 4 things, most of which we had in bulk in the freezer!

So you just blend 1/2 a bag of coconut with 4 tbs of butter. 

Mix in the test of the bag of coconut with your fingers. 

Press into a pie pan.

Cover edges with tin foil. Bake for 15 min.

Take tin foil off, bake for another 5 min.

Nuke 1 cup of cream until it's boiling, stir every minute, so you don't burn it!

Pour over 8 oz of chocolate... I have no idea what this means... I used two 72% bars from trader joes that I had in the freezer. About 1/2 cup of milk chocolate chips from the freezer, and maybe 2-3 cups of semisweet chips from the freezer. 

Wisk the chocolate and cream together, pour into the 'pie shell' refrigerate at least 1 hour.

Verdict: the 'crust' did not stay together at all, and coconut has a million calories and grams of fat. 

The chocolate part is good and tastes like fudge.

Would I make it again? Yes, but with a normal pie crust and the coconut jut around the edge.

I think this might be the perfect base recipe for vintage's German chocolate pie....

Sunday, May 11, 2014

Michael's Birth Story

How to even begin? 

I wanted to have a natural birth with Sophia, but she went well past her due date, and our amniotic fluid was getting low, so I had to fly to Oahu and be induced. It was a huge scary ordeal, and after 17 hours of back labor, I ended up with an epidural...then Sophia was born several hours later, 29 hours after they started the pitocin!

I wanted michael's story to be different. 

I went to the midwives on Wednesday, 4 days before I was due. They said they could sweep my membranes, but I was already at 3cm all on my own so I might not even need it, AND I was taking a shitty ass masters class, and I had scheduled to take my final 2 hours after my apt. So I said no thanks, I'll wait an see. By the way, I was totally distracted and got a 68%!!!! Terrible!!! Oh well, Babies before grades. 

Wednesday went on, some contractions, Thursday same story, Friday I went back to see the midwives, Jennifer swept my membranes, didn't really hurt, but I had a little cramping for a few hours after and I started to have bloody show... Then... NOTHING! Almost no contractions the rest of the day Friday or Saturday. In fact, Saturday we went to the beach all day. 

We came home Saturday night, I was exhausted! Finally got soph showered and in bed and I probably fell asleep around 11. Sometime later, I woke up and my stomach hurt. I felt like I had to poop, and thought it was probably all the hotdogs and chips I had eaten at the beach earlier... I went back to sleep and started having horrible nightmares about work. I had a huge project that they were shelling without me, and they kept messing it up an putting things out of order. I would yell at them and as soon as I turned around, they were doing it again! Around 1:15 am, I woke up, an realized that the yelling cycles in my dream were correlating to my stomach cramps. Slowly, and I mean VERY slowly, after several minutes and several more cramps it dawned on me that they were about 3-5 minutes apart... And it wasn't  from the hotdogs at all, it was contractions!

I woke Daniel up  made him get a timer, and realized that not only was I having contractions, they were close together, lasting for a long time and they hurt!!!

He called the midwife and her reply was along the lines of "it's 1am... You chose to do this naturally... There's nothing I can do for you, you can come sit in the tub at the hospital or you can sit in the tub at home" so I said ok, I'll stay home and agreed to call and come in once  it felt right to me, because she assured me "I would know".

So I labored all through the night. It was terrible. It was back labor. The whole time! My contractions were intense. Like an idiot, I had done nothing to prepare. I read Ina May's Guide to childbirth before I had Sophia, and I had been wanting to read it again, but it didn't have free prime shipping on amazon, so I kept putting off buying it. I had however started reading "joy luck club" so I tried reading that to distract myself...I tried counting ( which made them worse), I tried singing kid songs, saying the alphabet, scratching my leg or foot, changing position, eventually I was so so so exhausted that I tried sleeping. Laying down was pure agony!!! From our stupid 80' tall bed to my pubic symphsis disorder, to my heartburn, to the back labor, I couldn't do it! I spent a good part of the ight sitting in a bench with my head on the foot of the bed, sitting on the floor of the shower with my head against the wall, or kneeling on my yoga mat, propped up by a basket of clean laundry that I hadn't folded yet.

The whole night my contractions remained 3-5 min apart, I kept waiting for them to get closer or for my water to break, but it never happened. I started to have this terrible feeling that I wasn't in labor at all, it was just a stomach flu... Or it was labor but I was going to get to the hospital and only be 4cm.

When the sun finally came up I woke up Daniel, told him what else to throw in the bag and went to the living room to wait. I sat on the couch and immediately fell asleep without realizing it. I woke up 5 min later to a contraction, but I couldn't get up in time so I had to breathe through it sitting down, sunk into our huge couch, which was agony!

I scarfed down a cup of jello with oranges and got in the truck. Daniel called Jennifer the midwife and drove me yo the hospital. Kelly checked us in, which made me feel much better. I went to a room, met my nurses, put on a gown, and got my vitals taken. By this tine I felt like my contractions were slowing down, or at least getting much easier to manage. Jennifer checked and I was already 8cm and basically fully effaced. She said I could push when I felt the need. She went to go fill out paperwork and I talked to Daniel and Kelly for about 45 minutes to distract myself through contractions. Jennifer came back and asked if I wanted to push. I said "I don't know, aren't you supposed to tell me when to push?!?" We went through some "listen to your body, you'll know" bs, and I thought "why not, I'm gonna start pushin this kid out nice and easy"... That obviously didn't work out for me. Lol.

I distracted my self by looking out the widow at this awesome view and telling myself I was doing the right thing for me and the baby.

I started pushing really lightly whenever I had a contraction, he was barely moving and I was wearing myself out. It wa time to get the show on the road. The midwife made me get in the bed and push for real. It was hard and I was tired!!! It really wasn't that horrible, he was moving down, but as he got to my pelvic bone my back hurt like none other and I could literally feel my bones pushing apart as his head went down. So that sucked, but I made it through decent enough. The end was the worst. I thought your pubic bone meant your kid was almost out... It doesn't. I asked how far and he still had like 3-4 inches before his head would be visible. Soooo de motivating!!! AND my contractions were still only every 3-5 min and my stupid water bag was still intact. The midwife said she could feel it bulging, and I said go ahead and break it in hopes that would spped things up or make it less painful... Well, it didn't. It pretty much did nothing. 

I pushed a couple of times and felt the worst pain of my life! So I just hung out like this for awhile. Terrified to push anymore, I knew there was no way I was strong enough to get this baby out. I think I was just hoping if I waited long enough he would push himself out or someone would somehow magically pull him out. Everyone was semi annoyed that I had given up and I'm sure they weren't, but it seemed like they were yelling at me to keep pushing. Finally I just gave up entirely and pushed anyway. I didn't care anymore and it hurt so so so so so so bad I just wanted it over. I pushed with contractions and without, I just didn't care. The midwife told me one or two more good 15 second pushes an he would be out. I knew I couldn't. I said/yelled/cried that I couldn't. And I'm not sure that I actually was able to push for a full 15 seconds, but somehow He crowned, the ring of fire is definitely aptly named. I felt him come out, and much to my surprise...it still hurt!!! What the hell!!!?!?! Where was all the adrenaline/hormones I had with soph?!?! There were no tears and rush of instant love, all I could think was omg. This freakin hurts and why the hell does it still hurt?!?! He's out!!! This is supposed to be over!!!

I still held him and loved him, but this time the pain of a 8lb.  4oz. Completely natural childbirth with no food and no sleep by an out of shape lazy person trumped whatever oxytocin my body was or was not making.

And then everything was ok. I held him some more, I nursed him, I got a shower and scarfed down some hospital food. The after pains were bad, but finally the oxytocin was doing its job and nothing mattered as long as that adorable little man was in my arms... Finally.

Friday, May 9, 2014

Parmesan honey garlic pork

Tried a new Pinterest recipe tonight. 

Verdict: ok, definitely don't love it though. Would not make it again.

Got the pin from here:


This is what it looked like going IN to the oven: I made it in the Dutch oven, not the crock pot, and I had fresh basil from te garden so I used that.

And this is what it looked like after:

If only it tasted as good as it looked. Actually it taste good, just not for me. Pork usually pairs well with sweetness, my favorite combo being apples. 

But in the case of the honey Parmesan garlic pork, it's just a weird combo, highly reminiscent to the ever popular hawaiian Teri-burger.  Good enough if you like that kind of thing, just not for me.

Friday, May 2, 2014

Easter 2014

BThis year I was torn between making a beautiful perfect traditional Easter for Sophia, and being 9 months pregnant and too tired to do anything at all. We made it through church, but that's about all I could handle.

Some of our friends had camped at Make Horse for the weekend, so we joined them for some sun, sand, hotdogs, an kid time. It was the perfect holiday :)

Someone got up ridiculously early, drug her new bunny into our bed, and demanded "eggs" "candy eggs"

The Easter bunny stopped and dropped off candy and presents, but like any good  LeRoy kid, Sophia had to wait until after church to get into anything:

We made it to church in time and managed to get a decent family photo before the sugar rush from all the Cadbury eggs kicked in:

I never should have gotten Cadbury eggs!

The Easter bunny got extra cool points got bringing "Dora" aka Sofia the first dolls:

And a notepad to draw on

Then soph fell asleep on the way TO the beach

And we had an awesome rest of the day, but all the pictures are on the camera, not my phone!