Thursday, October 29, 2009


Noah Man loves to play Peek-a-Boo. He thinks it is the funniest thing when you place a blanket over his head. He is getting VERY good at grabbing it and pulling it off. The smiles he gives when he sees the light of day are adorable. He is even getting good at pulling a blanket off Mama's head.

This new found skill, however, has given rise to some unexpected consequences. Mr. Man has become VERY good at taking hats off his head. Whatever you put on his head, Noah Man feels the need to pull it off. This is going to become a real problem when the winter cold really sets in.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Decisions, Decisions, Decisions...

Mama told me earlier today that there are only four more days until Halloween and, boy, did I ever start to panic. I have NO costume! What was I going to do?!?

I quickly rummaged through my drawers, hoping to pull together a cute costume with whatever I could find. Miss Lindsay gave me this hat shortly after I was born. Could I be M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E?
What about a pumpkin? I could do the pumpkin hat again? I know how much Mama loves pirates. I could decide to be a pirate.Just as I was getting close to making a decision, Mama told me that she already had a costume for me. Information that would have been helpful twenty minutes ago!!!

I wonder what I am going to be?

Monday, October 19, 2009

Pumpkin Patch

On Sunday evening, the Jacksons headed off to the pumpkin patch. Daddy-O taught Noah how to look for the ideal pumpkin - nice and round, great stem, no blemishes, and deep lines. Mr. Man quickly found the perfect candidate.
Noah saw the gray pumpkins and thought they were quite silly! Pumpkins are orange, like my hat, NOT gray!
What a wonderful way to usher in the fall.

Friday, October 16, 2009

Dear Ryan,

Dear Ryan,

As I sit here today, thinking about what has happened over these past two years since you were born, I am amazed how much is still fresh in my mind.

I remember the day Daddy and I found out we were pregnant with you. It was the last day of school and I took the pregnancy test when I came home from work. We were both so very excited to be pregnant and couldn't wait to tell everyone.

I remember going to the doctor's office for the first time and hearing your heartbeat. It was sweet music to my ears.

I remember having our detailed ultrasound at 20 weeks and the technician was not saying anything. She seemed very quiet and I chalked it up to a stoic personality.

I remember getting the call from my OB a few days later, while making copies at Kinko's. He explained that my ultrasound revealed low amniotic fluid and he wanted me to see a high-risk OB and have a detailed ultrasound. I immediately ran out to my car and broke down in tears.

I remember the day that Daddy and I went in for the detailed ultrasound. I took the day off work and spend the morning drinking as much water as I could thinking I could help you.

I remember laying on the table, holding Daddy's hand, and hearing the words, "your child has no kidneys". I could not believe this was happening to us. I had done everything I was supposed to do while pregnant - eating the right foods, taking my vitamins, reading all the books - and yet this was happening to you.

I remember the waiting. Waiting for you to be born. I remember the fear and the anticipation. What would it be like to give birth? What would you look like? How big would you be? How would I feel? What would we do?

I remember driving to the hospital thinking this would be the day. Daddy was so wonderful and strong. He knew exactly when I needed him to cry with me and when I needed him to carry me.

I remember the pain. At 2:00 a.m. I felt as though I could not take the labor anymore. I woke Daddy up and told him to call the nurse. At first I thought I would need an epidural but then I realized that you were coming.

I remember the feeling of you being born. In one instant, at 2:10 a.m., the pain of childbirth was gone and the pain of loosing you was beginning.

I remember how precious and beautiful you were. The nurse put you in my arms and I saw your tiny heart beating. I felt such love and peace as I held you gently. All of my fears and anger vanished when I looked at you.

I remember Daddy taking pictures of you and I, so that we would never if we ever could. Your tiny pink fingers wrapped around your umbilical clip and your cute round cheeks almost forming a smile.

I remember the last time I saw your little heart beat through your small chest. I knew your brief time here on Earth was over and that you were now in a better place.

I remember coming home from the hospital with empty arms. We were given a bear, Ryan Bear, to help ease that pain, but it did very little.

I remember having to go to the funeral home and make the arrangements for your cremation. I could not fathom you being buried somewhere all alone. I needed you to be at home, with your Mama and Daddy, where you belonged.

Daddy and I miss you so very much and would do anything to have you back in our arms. I would love for you to meet your little brother, Noah, and to have the opportunity to play with him. Every day as I look at your urn and the pictures of you on my dresser, I think about you, miss you, and say a little prayer for you. I know that God has a perfect plan for you, for me, for Daddy and for Noah. I know that you have touched so many lives during your own short time here on Earth. I will never forget those amazing people who helped Daddy and I through the pain of loosing you. You are my little peanut and I love you so very much. Happy Birthday!



Friday, October 9, 2009


It has been a crazy busy week at the Jackson house. It was decided that we would celebrate the start of a relaxing weekend by going out to sushi - definitely Mama's favorite. After Kc battled with a flat tire on the way home from work, the Jackson Family was on their way. Rather than bring Noah into the restaurant in his car seat, we decided to try a restaurant high chair. Mr. Man does fine his own high chair at home, but it is nicely padded and has a large tray for toys. Any hesitations we had initially were quickly squashed when Noah realized he could touch, or rather pound, the table. He had a ball shaking his rattles and bashing them against the table. We had to encourage the soft, padded, quiet rattle for the sake of the rest of the diners. We had a great meal and Noah Man did fantastic. He sat for almost 45 minutes playing with his toys, throwing them on the floor, and looking at all the fun things going on around him.
What an awesome way to usher in the weekend!

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Rolling, Rolling, Rolling

Up until now, Mr. Man has been able to roll from his back to his tummy, but once he got there, he was stuck. Well...he has just discovered how to get from his tummy to his back and learned that he can move from point A to point B by rolling in one direction. Our little guy is on the move.

Notice how Noah grabs his trach at the end of the video. It's a new (and scary) thing for him. We have started flicking his hand when he grabs it. There are some things that little boys just cannot touch!

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