Manny says...

We were driving to the mall yesterday and Joe said something to Manny that we almost got hit by a car. Manny replied in a very concerned voice, "no Daddy, don't crash car, there people in there you hurt them"

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When we drove by the hospital, Manny pointed up to the red lights and said, "Mama see those red lights? Those just lights, not Rudolph"
(See http://mannyjenandjoe.blogspot.com/2007/12/whos-two-year-old.html)


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2-week Doctor's Appointment

Makenzie had her 2-week appointment yesterday. Here are her stats:
Weight: 8 lbs 4 oz (50th percentile)
Height: 21.5 inches (95th percentile)

Her jaundice is apparently all gone and the Doctor was very happy with her and was pleased with her weight gain (she was born at 8 lbs 5 oz, but in the hospital went down to 7 lbs 4 oz).

Nothing is as comforting...

....as a pacifier to a Ramos child (apparently). Makenzie is not quite as sold on the idea of a constant pacifier as Manny was (she only likes one in the middle of the night, Manny wanted his constantly).

They both, however, figured out very early on how to keep the pacifier in their mouth's so that they would not fall out. Here is the proper technique:

Makenzie or Madonna?

Madonna circa 1988, of course, not the respectable, calm, British citizen that she is now:

Strike a pose

Strike a pose

Vogue, vogue, vogue

Vogue, vogue, vogue

Pictures from the Hospital

A personal yay for me!

I am just going to take a selfish blogging moment to announce that as of Tuesday, I have officially lost all of my "baby weight" (22 pounds) that I gained while pregnant with Makenzie...

...now onto the remaining 20 pounds that I never lost after being pregnant with Manny (I gained 50+ pounds with him).

Visitors in the Hospital

What else has happened in the last week?

So probably the most exciting thing that has happened in the last week, is of course, the birth of Makenzie Elizabeth. However, many of you are aware of the saying, "when it rains, it pours", well, it literally poured in our house last Thursday.

Apparently there was a leak in the pipes on the third floor that flooded the second floor bathroom (which has been vacant all month as the tenant moves out) and then to our BEDROOM!!!....more specifically our closet.

Joe came home after visiting me in the hospital to find a waterfall in our bedroom. I came home the next day to see parts of the ceiling that I have never wanted to see exposed...pipes, insulation etc....gross.


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I also had a very rough time during the c-section. I won't go into complete details, but they had trouble with the spinal block and I was poked several times in the spine in order to obtain the block, oh yeah, and then the spinal block stopped working early, instead of lasting 90 minutes, the spinal block only lasted about 30 minutes. It was quite uncomfortable to say the least.

I also began having severe headaches right after the procedure. The percocet would not take care of the pain, so they were giving me 800 mg of Motrin, didn't work either. Every time I stood up, I would double over in pain and have to lay back down.

Jessica took me to the ER (THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!) on Saturday night and they gave me an IV of caffeine, not as fulfilling as one would think. This treatment did not work, so they said I could come back the next day for a "blood patch". I thought it sounded pretty scary, but anything to be able to stand up like a human instead of at a 90 degree angle.

So I called the next morning to make sure an Anesthesiologist would be there and I wouldn't have to wait, the nurse called me back and said,

"anesthesiologywould prefer if you could come in Monday morning for the procedure because they are under-staffed."

I almost keeled over. Are you kidding? I described my pain once again to the nurse and reminded him that on their scale of 0-10 for pain, I was at about an 8 or 9 with 10 being unbearable pain. He called back 10 minutes later and said they had a doctor to perform the procedure.

I had called Mom and she came down to help out with Manny and Makenzie/take me to the hospital...THANK YOU VERY MUCH. So, I had ANOTHER spinal (not exactly a fun way to start the day, but guess what? A couple of hours later I was able to stand....YAY!!!

Names can be so confusing.

Lately whenever you ask Manny what his name is, he will reply, "Manuel Philip Ramos".

Today he was sitting with me on the couch and asked me what my name was. I told him that my name was "Mama". He looked at me and said, "Your name Mama Philip Ramos".

I tried to explain to him that everyone has a different name etc, but he was not having any of it. Apparently the only person who has their own identity is Makenzie Elizabeth (or Kenzie Wizabef as Manny says), but even she does not have a last name.

He is doing very well adjusting to having Makenzie in our house. I promise I will start blogging about our adventures soon!

Wedging myself into a booth

Last night Joe, Manny and I went to eat dinner at Texas Roadhouse. We were given a booth. Those of you that have been pregnant may remember that being 9 months pregnant and being escorted to a booth can be trouble, especially if the table is welded to the wall.

Well, I wedged myself into the booth, managed to spill my whole glass of diet coke and drop salad on the front of my shirt. *

*as a side note, Manny did not spill anything.

Manny's First Slumber Party

On December 15th Manny, McKayla and Roman had a slumber party. This was a lot of fun, I think the parents were very excited to have an evening "off" and the kids had a lot of fun. The evening started out with McKayla and Manny helping Joe with the fish tank:

Here are all three kids playing with puzzles and toys in Manny's room after we ate pizza for dinner.
Of course, we had to play with the train set. That is the only toy Roman wants to play with when he comes over. I think if we would have let Roman stay up all night, he would have played with the train non-stop.
More legos and trains. I don't know who was having more fun, Joe or the kids.

All in their jammies watching Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer and eating a "special treat" as McKayla called it...popcorn.

Okay, so the slumber party didn't last all night, it ended at about 10:30pm after we called the parents to come get some nervous kids. I think they did a great job lasting THAT long. It was a lot of fun, can't wait to do it again.

"It's landed"

Last weekend Joe and Manny went to Petco and bought some new fish. They bought four angel fish to try to combat the excessive breeding patterns of the guppies and the platies (ie: angel fish are supposedly aggressive and will "take care" (yes, in the mafia sense of the word) the baby fish.

Last night Joe and Manny were looking for the angel fish. They looked and looked and finally

Manny said, "Right there Daddy, the angel fish it's landed, he's broken."

Joe and I looked and there was the fish, lying belly-up on the bottom of the tank.

We wish you a Merry Christmas....

more than a week late. I haven't had time to post any pictures, so here they are:

Our Christmas Tree:

Daddy and Manny opening a present:

Look, we have matching jammies!

Manny says....

Sometimes Manny will shorten our names to "Mom" or "Dad" and we will tease him and call him "Man".

He will reply, "Manny not a man, Manny a kid". No matter how many times you do this, he replies with the same answer. It is really cute.

Today Joe and Manny were heading out the door to go to Best Buy and I said, "Bye boys, have fun". Manny looks at me and says, "We not boys. That Joe and I Manny."