what's in a name?

39 weeks....wow!  I still can't believe that this new baby's birth is going to happen soon.

We still haven't settled on a name, although Max and Maya have.  Max wants to name the baby Giraffe and Maya wants the baby to be named Rex.  While we are more likely to go with Maya than Max on this issue, we still aren't convinced.  Lonnie is still sticking with Tyrone, but I'm just not feeling it.

We had though we could wait until after the baby was born, take our time, maybe even a week or so, until I called immigration to find out what we needed to do to get the baby health benefits.  I was told that technically the baby wouldn't be legal here in New Zealand until he has a visa....which he can't have until he has a passport, which we can't get until we have a photo and a name.  The immigration officer I talked with on the phone kindly said "But its not like we will deport him or anything".  Yeah, thanks.

So Lonnie has posted another poll.  This time there are names that we both like....but we won't tell you which ones.  But we are interested in your opinion.  So vote in the poll and leave us a comment....maybe even other options, just let us know what you think.

blame it on the nudists

When Lonnie and I were engaged, we bought our first house, which is on Hyland Lake Drive in Murray, Utah.  It was a lovely old four bedroom house.  It was a great place for us to start our marriage and our family.

The house had some strange quirks, including a serious infestation of box elder bugs, a yard that needed serious work (which we never really addressed), and a shallow well (which entertained Lonnie but we didn't ever use).  But the most obvious quirk in the house were the floor-to-ceiling mirrors in the front room and in the kitchen (unfortunately, we don't have any of our own photos of the house to show here because we lost them after moving to Houston. I found the photo above on the internet).  The mirrors provided endless entertainment for our nieces and nephews, who loved to look at themselves while eating at the kitchen table and performing in the front room.

Shortly after moving into the house and meeting the neighbors, we started hearing bits and pieces about the people that had lived there before us.  According to the neighbors, the prior owners were nudists.  We had this confirmed when we found out that they had sold the house and moved to a nudist colony.  They must have been high self-esteem nudists with all the full-length mirrors in the house.

Max and Maya never lived in this house.  We moved to Texas before they were born and since then we have moved to Auckland and lived in two different homes.  But our house on Hyland Lake Drive was where our family began, and it will always have a special place in my heart as our first home.  It wasn't until the last couple of weeks that the residual effects of our family living in a nudist home started to show.  No, don't worry, Lonnie and I aren't going to run off to a nudist colony.  Maya loves to wear clothes, but Max loves to be naked.  Once he is naked, getting him dressed is a huge struggle.  He runs away, hides, and does anything he can to stay naked.  He walks around the house naked.  He runs outside naked.  He even climbs trees naked.  After we put him to bed, we will go down to check on the kids only to find Max completely naked asleep in his bed.

I can't imagine this has anything whatsoever to do with my parenting or anything to do with the therapy-inducing stress of potty-training....so I'm just going to blame it on the nudists.

the vic

The kids and I went on another fun Playcentre trip today.  We toured The Victoria Picture Palace and Theater.  The Vic was built in 1912 and is the earliest purpose built cinema still in existence in the Southern Hemisphere.   It is also located just a block from our Playcentre.  When we first moved to the Devonport area the theater hadn't been in use for quite some time, but it was recently reopened and is becoming a vibrant part of the community.  One of our Playcentre moms works at the theater and arranged for us to tour the theater, use the stage and then watch previews for some up coming kids movies.

Maya was pretty excited about being on stage in a yellow princess dress. She twirled and sang and didn't take the dress off until it was time to go.

Max was more interested in playing music.  He loves strumming on the ukulele while tapping his foot.  

I kind of love Max's shy face in this photo.  

Marisa, sitting next to Max, is due two weeks after me.

After exploring the theater and putting on a show we had morning tea (which doesn't actually involve tea but is nevertheless always called morning tea) at the cafe.  Max liked watching all the cars drive by the window.  

We left The Vic so they could have a few minutes to prepare for the morning show and headed down to the library.   

Max and Maya talk a lot about how things are going to be when "my baby" arrives.  Usually the discussions start with...."When your baby pops out....".  Max says that he wants his brother to sleep in his bed.  Maya wants to help feed him.  Maya has also been a little more emotional than normal.  Yesterday she cried for quite some time when I wouldn't "carry her like a baby".  

On Friday I will be 38 weeks pregnant, three weeks longer than I was pregnant with Max and Maya.  For the most part I am feeling alright, but I am tired, emotional and physically awkward (maybe I have always been this way).  On my last two ultrasound scans the technician told me that I was measuring in the 90th percentile.  Considering that Max and Maya didn't even make the charts until they were about 9 months old,  I'm happy to have a big healthy baby.  I'm glad that this little guy is staying put in the oven until he is fully cooked.  I told myself that I would never complain about being pregnant to long.  It is nice to get the the stage where I don't have to think about making sure I don't go into labor and only thinking about when it will come.  I'm looking forward to the experience.  

maternity photos

My friend Zoe is a wonderful photographer and kindly asked me if I would like to take some maternity photos.  When I was pregnant with the twins we did a pretty good job of keeping up the photo documentation.  This time around it has been a lot harder to due to the fact that I am chasing around two crazy kids all day long and by the time Lonnie gets home from work I am in no state to be photographed.

We took these photos on Max and Maya's birthday.  I am exactly as pregnant as I was the day they were born.  I was very impressed that Zoe was able to get so many great shots as Max and Maya had a busy morning and nap times were disturbed by partying and eating cake for lunch.  If only we had been able to convince Lonnie, who isn't a fan of getting his photo taken, to be part of the photos.  He has agreed to hire Zoe to take our family photo after the baby is born.  

If anyone is looking for a photographer in New Zealand I would highly recommend Zoe, she was able to catch some great moments, even with the chaos of the day....http://www.zoesasulu.com/ 

Thank you Zoe!

love/hate relationship

Max and Maya were climbing in our backyard tree.  Max got frustrated and bit Maya.  After Max had a short time-out, I told them they needed a quiet activity and we decided to watch a movie.  Maya was still a little upset and said "I need someone to snuggle with me.....Max will you snuggle with me?".

marae visit

Our Playcentre group was able to visit the marae on the navy base here in Devonport (link).  We have seen the outside of many beautiful maraes here in New Zealand, but we had never gone inside one, except one at the Auckland Museum, until today.  Before entering, we waited outside the entry of the grounds and were introduced.  We were then called in with a lovely song.  All of the introduction and welcoming were given in Maori.  I think I understood about 15 words of the entire 15 mins, but I am pretty sure I wasn't the only one who was just listening to the cadence of the voices.  Most Kiwis I know here in New Zealand don't speak a lot of Maori, but thankfully the language is making a resurgence.  Teaching young children about Maori culture and language is a large part of the movement.

After we were welcomed, we all sang a Maori song in response.

Pakipaki, pakipaki, tamariki ma(x2) Kanikani, kanikani, tamariki ma (2) Rere, rere, rere, rere, tamariki ma(x2) Peke, peke, peke, peke, tamariki ma (x2) Hurihuri, hurihuri, tamariki ma (x2) Hikoi, hikoi, hikoi, hikoi, tamariki ma(x2) Oma, oma, oma, oma, tamariki ma (x2) Titiro, titiro, tamariki ma (x2) E moe, e moe, tamariki ma (x2 ) Pakipaki, pakipaki, tamariki ma (x2)	Clap, clap children. Dance Fly Jump Turn March Run Look Sleep Clap

Max and Maya didn't know all the words, but they know a lot of them and they like to sing this song at home.  They are both learning a little bit of Maori from Playcentre and watching New Zealand made kids shows.  The other day, Maya used the Maori word for hands (ringaringa) without prompting.  They also know several other words too.  Max's favorite books right now is "The Waka" and he will often repeat the phrase Haere mai ki te waka (Come on to the waka) while talking about several animals that are endemic to New Zealand.

The marae that we visited is located next to the Navy practice fields, which are adjacent to a beautiful estuary.  Max was a little disappointed that he wasn't able to see a waka there as he assumed that this was what the New Zealand Navy would use.

We were told stories about the people depicted in statues around the marae.  

The kids tried to act out some of the stories that were being told. 

This photo makes it looks like Max stood quietly listening to the stories.  In truth, while the stories interested him for a little while, he was also much more interested in running around (as were a lot of the kids).  I ended up spending a lot of the time trying keep my kids quiet and then trying not to lose them.

More about visiting a marae: http://ethniccommunities.wainet.org/nz_maori_4.htm

3rd birthday

Max and Maya celebrated their third birthday last week.  On Friday, we brought ice cream cone cupcakes to Playcentre to share with their friends.  I brought along the camera to take photos of the event but forgot to check if the sim card was in place (it wasn't).  So you will just have to trust me that they shared cupcakes with 15 of their friends.

Friday night, the kids helped me make pizza dough.

Then Saturday morning, the festivities continued.  We invited some friends over for pizza, cake and ice cream.  We decided against a big party with lots of 3 year olds.  I didn't think I would have had the energy to pull it off, and we knew Max and Maya would be just as thrilled with grown-ups and older kids giving them lots of attention.  The benefit for Lonnie and I is that we got to talk with friends without having to watch the kids closely.

We sang Happy Birthday to both the kids individually, so they each got their special moment.  They shared a cake with their favorite animal on each side, a zebra for Maya and a giraffe for Max.  

They both were able to blow out three candles on their side of the cake.

I am loving being the mom of 3 year olds.  Max and Maya love to play together.  Their imagination keeps them running around and entertained, pretending to be dogs, ponies, Care Bears or members of their own little family.  They also love to dance and sing and will often ask for an audience to come and enjoy the show.  They watch out for each other and I find them hugging or wrestling, or a combination of the both, often.  They love to talk and if given the opportunity will stay up for hours in their room at night talking to each other....I can't imagine what they have to say after spending all their time together throughout the day.

the new place

While we miss our old neighborhood and Lonnie misses riding the ferry to work in the morning (he now takes the bus), we are loving the extra space in our new home.  Not only did we gain an extra bedroom (which will be used by the new baby) but we also gained a front room/dinning room and a small play room outside of Max and Maya's room.  I love that when I put the kids to bed there aren't any toys in their room for them to play with (except for the ones that the kids have secretly stashed under their beds).  

belly shot

I realized a couple days ago that I didn't have any official belly shots of this pregnancy.  When Lonnie came home from work I asked him to take a photo.  He asked if I wanted to get a little bit more glossed up.  While a little bit of make-up and running a brush through my hair might have made for a prettier picture these photos are closer to real life.  They were taken at the end of a long day of playing with two energetic, creative, emotional and wonderful kids.  I should remember to take some photos on Sunday, the only day of the week that I usually manage to get at least a little glossed up (put on mascara and brush my hair).  :) 

By the way...we still haven't settled on a name for our new little guy and we are taking suggestions.

humidity is good for my curls