909 Progress

Life's been busy, so I haven't had the chance to give you as many updates and pictures of the 909 progress as I would like to. In fact, I don't even have many pictures of each work stage. It seems like every time I go over to the house, it's for a specific purpose, and with that goal in mind and Caed (usually) on my back in the backpack, pictures are not the priority. But here are a few that I got about a month ago:

Looking at the picture to the left, the new construction on the right will be our future mud room with a glass door leading to the future deck. The area boarded up in the middle of the back of the house is now a glass door into the new kitchen, and the window on the top right is walled in for the master closet. (I'm sure this doesn't make much sense now, but once I can take and show more updated pictures, hopefully you'll get a better idea of the house.) It's all really starting to come together!

Funny story ... a weeks ago, we met our contractor and architect over at the house to run through fixture ideas in each room and as we got upstairs, Caed's patience level was non-existent. So, being the bright parents that we are, we let him walk around in our future master bathroom, where the plumber had recently been testing the plumbing, I'm guessing, and Caed decided to take one step into the shower stall with his brown suede shoes. We pulled him out immediately before he decided to take a swim and both shoes and pant legs, past his ankles were soaked with nasty, stagnant water. And to top it off, we also let him walk and play on a stack of drywall that was laying on the floor afterward, and so needless to say, our little boy was just as a little boy should be when it was all said and done. He was covered in dust from head to toe, and his little 5-pocket carpenter jeans (how appropriate) were caked with drywall and dust. Luckily that was bath day!

But to get back to the progress of the house ... I am happy to say that all general plumbing and electrical work is now complete. (We won't add in fixtures until close to the end, but the pipes and wires and outlet boxes are all in.) We now have a complete HVAC system, all interior and exterior framing is done, and the drywall crew should be finishing up this week. This now means that we need to submit our tile and cabinetry selections in the next day or so, so that they will ready for install the second week of October.

Brad and I are also heading to Ikea for the second time in three weeks to place our kitchen cabinet order and other household paraphernalia, and we'll be hauling it all home with us Saturday night. Thanks to Nana and Papa Tony for hanging out with Caed last trip and to GG and Aunt Judy for babysitting this time around. Caed's not quite up for an all-day Ikea shopping trip yet. But according to Nana and Papa Tony, he is very good at moving and rearranging display furniture!

Oh, and if you haven't heard this from us in person, (it happened back in July) the City of Raleigh finally bulldozed the house next door and cleared the lot. We heard that the lot was sold and that there were plans to rebuild, but we haven't seen any fruit of that information yet, so we'll see. It would be nice if they just decided to leave it an empty lot ... but we'll see.

100% Whole Milk

*Sigh*, today marks the first day that Caedmon has not nursed. We've been working toward weaning for a little while now ... we were holding steady at 3 feedings for a few months, but as of last week or so, when we dropped his afternoon feeding, the other 2 (morning & night) seemed to be less important too. When thinking about weaning, I was always concerned that the night feeding would be the most difficult to drop, but none of them lived up to that fear at all ... praise the Lord!

So, even though this is not quite by the book (not many things we do are by the book really), we took the plunge and dropped the night feeding Sunday night (that went well), and when he showed very little interest in his morning feeding the next day, I knew that it was the ideal time to drop that feeding as well. So, we tried it out this morning and it worked like a charm. Caed went straight to his sippy cup, drank his milk and about a half hour later, he ate a hearty sausage, egg and cheese sandwich with a side of kiwi for breakfast. I couldn't ask for anything better. And strangely enough, his milk-drinking skills have improved tremendously over the last few days. It was like pulling teeth to get him to drink much at all before, but now, he's a real champ and will gulp it down like it's nothing!

I feel like there was always a fear in me about weaning -- the fear that it would be difficult physically on Caed and emotionally tough on me -- but now that we've done it, I see that God just worked it out pretty naturally! I didn't really plan that today would be the day ... Caed was just ready. I'm definitely a firm believer in Parent Directed Feeding (PDF) -- do what the parent feels is best by watching your baby's cues -- so I was ready to set a date and say, "ok, we're going to drop this feeding," and give it a try, but at the same time, there is something to be said about giving into the ebb and flow of a baby's natural development and needs as well. God made us and knows exactly what we need, so when the time comes that we don't need mama's milk, He'll make it happen. I definitely need to be on my toes to catch those cues and instill my "wisdom" on how to best meet his needs, but in the big picture, God's the one who works it out. Pretty cool!

And it's funny, pediatricians say that kids shouldn't try cow's milk until their first birthday because their systems can't break down the protein in the milk, even though they can handle the protein in cheese, yogurt, etc. But even with that advice, I didn't think it would make much difference if Caed had whole milk a few weeks before his birthday. How much could your system really change in the matter of a few weeks any way? So, I started giving him a little whole milk here and there in preparation for the Coldplay concert at the beginning of August (he needed to be in a place where mom could put him to bed, and he certainly wasn't nursing enough for me to pre-package the good stuff). He ended up doing pretty well that week, but then a week or so later when Brad's mom, Nana, babysat it didn't go so well. He either couldn't handle the protein or had a bug because his little tummy was not happy. He couldn't go to sleep and when he did, he'd wake up shortly after with terrible gas and a full diaper. This went on for about 24 hours (probably telltale signs of a bug), and so we stopped the milk all together to prevent further pain ... especially since his birthday week was quickly approaching, and we didn't want him to be sick for all the festivities. At that point, I thought that he could very likely have a milk allergy or be lactose intolerant, despite the fact that he could eat all kinds of cheeses and enjoyed yogurt on a daily basis, so I did my share of reading on the topic and explored milk alternatives because I was determined to wean Caed fairly soon to give Brad and I more freedom to go out at night and possibly allow him to have another slumber party at GG's sometime.

Interestingly enough, we didn't try the whole milk again until last week when I needed to have GG put him to while we went out, and thankfully, this time, Caed had no problems. So, even though it was only about 2 weeks after the first incident and less than a week after his first birthday, there must really be truth in the pediatrician's advice after all. (Who would have thought! :) Or, we just caught him at a bad time when he was getting a bug. Either way, it doesn't make much difference now, I'm just thankful that the weaning process was not difficult for us and like everything else in life, if we trust God with it, it's going to be good.

In Memory of Courtney F. Snyder, My Grandma

Sunday morning we learned that Grandma Courtney passed away. We've been anticipating this for a while now, especially within the last week, but when it actually comes, it's still hard to handle. She had been in a nursing home for about 3 years, and after Grandpa passed away in November, her health steadily declined. I guess that's only natural after 72 years of marriage!

Courtney Snyder, my namesake, was 96 and definitely lived a very full life. She spent the majority of her life in Ohio and enjoyed some of her childhood years in Washington, D.C. when her father worked closely with President Harding, a long-time family friend. Grandma told stories of how her dad would play poker with Harding and the boys, and how she and her family would have picnics on the White House lawn. What fun that would have been!

Grandma grew up playing tennis and was apparently quite the player. She even used a real cat-gut racket. She gave it to me about 13 years ago and I hope to put it on display in our new house.

Grandma was also a wonderful poet, wordsmith and "Grammar Queen," in my book. Whether we liked it or not, she was always on the look out for proper word usage, and thankfully, some of that rubbed off on me and aided in my love for writing and proper grammar use. (I'm not sure what happened to that grammar in my speech sometimes ... but that's another story.) Thanks Grandma!

Come to think about it, Grandma was actually very skilled in many things, even as she aged. She was quite the shark with a hand of cards, Bridge in particular, and she played the organ so beautifully! Birdwatching was a dear passion of hers and you might have even called her a "hummer-charmer". She would take the hummingbird nectar that she would make and stand in the bushes as she held it and the hummingbirds would come right up to her and eat. She helped me do it once and it was very cool! And I believe on one occasion she even nurses one back to health. A baby had broken its wing or something like that, and she made it a little nest in a box and fed it with a syringe until it was healthy enough to return to the wild.

She was even quite a good cook and baker. Mom recently passed down her infamous chocolate cake recipe and gooey chocolate/pecan icing ... emm, so delicious. (But gracious, it definitely wasn't easy to get a hold of that recipe ... I think mom only got it in like 1995 or something like that!) But the meatloaf that I make is her recipe, as well as her peanut butter cookies, cut-out cookies and I'm sure there are many more. The thought about compiling her recipes into a cookbook has crossed my mind ... hopefully if I have time one of these days, I can begin that project.

And wow, Grandma really enjoyed traveling. She did most of it alone, later in life either because of Grandpa's OB/GYN practice or because of Grandpa's bad back, but I believe that she traveled to China on several occasions and brought back all kinds of beautiful memorabilia that decorated their home.

I'm sure that I could go on and on, but when I really think about it, some of the fondest memories I have with Grandma (aside from taking showers with her when I was a little girl and getting to use her scrub brush, and shrieking when Grandpa would "sneak" in and pour cold water on us ... time and time again) were the times late at night, right before bed, when she'd thumb through old pictures or trinkets or jewelry, and share the stories that went with each item. She spoke so sweetly about her life and about her love for Grandpa and her family. Thanks for such sweet memories, Grandma! I love you. I miss you. And I'm so glad that you had the opportunity to meet Caedmon last December. How you lite up when you held him and saw him smile!