Saturday, July 21, 2012

The Story About Ping

We've been rowing The Story About Ping.  It's such a cute story about a duck, Ping, who lives on a boat on the Yangtze River in China.

The kids made "the wise-eyed boat" and then added a few duck puppets in for effect.  We used the puppets with our poem "Five Little Ducks". 

We did a science experiment on sinking or floating.  They had to make a prediction on whether certain items would sink or float, and record their findings on their charts. 

 They colored a map of China.

William really enjoys dot-to-dot activities so I found a duck for him.

Something that I'm planning on doing with William this kindergarten year is narrations - he tells me the story in his own words and I type it out.  Here's his first narration.  Pretty good if you ask me!

The Story About Ping, as told by William, age 4.5

He lived with his 42 uncles.  They all marched over the little bridge one by one.  They all catched snails and little fishes and other things to eat.  They all marched over the little bridge, one by one.  Ping did not want to be the last.  So he was being very careful because the last duck on the bridge always got a spank on the back.  He did not see his uncles marching because he was catching a little fish to eat.  When he was upside right he saw his 42 cousins he did not want to be last because the last always got a spank on the back.  So he hid behind the grasses and slowly watched the wise-eyed boat go carefully down the river.  He put his head underneath his wing and he no aunts and uncles and no sisters or brothers to go fishing with Ping.  In the meantime he found little boats – houseboats, rafts boats and big boats but he didn’t know which boat was his.  Closer and closer the fishing boats came.  He could see shiny rings and down he ducked.  He swished under the water to catch a little fish.  When he was front up he saw little crumbs he saw little crumbs.  Closer and closer he came near the houseboat.  Splash!  There was a little boy in the water with a barrel in the water and he snapped at the rice cake.  Closer and closer the boy and ping made a splash at the mother and father came running.  And the mother said I’ll cook him tonight.  So they pulled him up by his back and up came Ping on the houseboat.  A little basket with holes came down and he cannot hear the sound of his boat.  He carefully lifted the basket off and carefully slipped Ping into the water.  And when he was back he floated and floated.  He was late AGAIN!  So he came up and SPANK on the back.  At last he was back with his uncles and 42 cousins.  The end.

Thursday, July 12, 2012

I think they're related...

William - 40 weeks

Abby - 32 weeks

Maggie - 34 weeks

I'm sensing a trend here, with the gavage tubes...

                                  Abby                                            Maggie

Saturday, July 7, 2012

4 Weeks

Since I'm doing this one-handed, it's going to be quick - our little gal is 4 weeks today (and I'm still 2+ weeks from my official due date).  Hard to believe that she's been around for so long already.  Things at home have literally been a blur.  Days and nights all meld into one big blob that I'm never really sure what day it is until I check the calendar on my phone.  Anyway, I leave you with some 4 week cuteness. 

Snoozing in Abby's doll cradle...but just for the photo shoot.

Sunday, July 1, 2012

And then there were FIVE

On June 9 John and I welcomed our third child into our family!  Little Margaret Victoria, (we will call her Maggie) entered the world roughly six weeks early, weighing in at 4lb. 15 oz., and 17.25 in. 

The Saturday that she was born I went to my baby shower not feeling the greatest and not having felt much movement.  I was pretty much in a panic, but after drinking some cold orange juice I felt a small kick and was reassured that she was still okay.  After getting home from the shower I dropped all the gifts off at the door and bee-lined it for the couch.  Thirty or so minutes later I downloaded a nifty contraction app for my phone.  Two hours later I announced that we should probably go to the hospital.  To make a quick story even quicker, Maggie wasn't tolerating labor at all, so my doctor said a c-section was necessary.  I was hoping for another vbac, but was more concerned for the baby's health.  All in all, we arrived at the hospital at 6pm, and by 7:45 Maggie had been born.  I was completely relieved to hear her cry!  She was rushed to the newly opened NICU (we found out later that Maggie was their very first premie!) and I to recovery.   

I was a bit panicked, since we really hadn't settled on a name yet (we knew it was going to be Maggie, but we weren't sure if we were going with Margaret or simply Maggie, and we didn't have a middle name at all).  As I was wheeled out of recovery two hours later John met me in the hall.  He had texted me (yes, texted me while in recovery!) with the middle name of Victoria, and I loved it.

Maggie stayed 18 long days in the NICU.  Since the NICU had just opened the Monday prior to her birth things were a bit "off"...nurses from all sorts of hospitals were taking shifts, doctors from various hospitals were also around.  Since Maggie was their only baby, every time an alarm went off on one of her monitors three nurses, two doctors, a respiratory therapist, and a janitor would rush in to declare her still alive. 

On the 18th day of her captivity, just as I was about to drive down to the hospital (a 50 minute drive, I might add) and go bizerk and demand her release, the nurse called me to announce that the doctor had discharged her.  For her to be discharged she had to have been eating all her feeds by nipple for 24 hours.  That morning had been 24 hours.  John and I dropped off the older two at a friend's house and several hours later we were back home. 

Here she is, for the first time without her gavage tube in!  Such a pretty face!

The last week since we've been home with her has been a huge blur.  I'd write more, but lack of sleep and energy (and weird shoulder pain thanks to surgery) have me pretty sapped.