Ezra’s First Haircut

It seems like just yesterday that Micah was getting his first haircut. But today Ezra got his first (and long overdue) haircut in preparation for his first birthday on the 23rd!

Ezra's First Haircut
Ezra’s been needing a haircut for a while now. That hair is untamable.

 

Ezra's First Haircut
His hair is very curly and thick in the back.

 

Ezra's First Haircut
Ezra had no issues with getting his haircut. He was chill as could be.

 

Ezra's First Haircut
Unlike his big brother, Ezra finds interest in what is playing on TV.

 

Ezra's First Haircut
Bye-bye curls!

 

Ezra's First Haircut
Ezra being a good boy as she cuts away those locks.

 

Ezra's First Haircut
He seemed to like getting his haircut. We really didn’t know if he would or not.

 

Ezra's First Haircut
Starting to look like a big boy!

 

Ezra's First Haircut
Driving his car through the last lap of his haircut.

 

Ezra's First Haircut
Such a cutie! Still doing well!

 

Ezra's First Haircut
The stylists definitely know what they are doing to be able to cut the hair where they need to without letting the kid squirm all over the place.

 

Ezra's First Haircut
Ezra and the hair stylist really seemed to hit it off.

 

Haircut for Micah
Micah was also getting his haircut. He could see Ezra getting his haircut in the mirror.

 

Ezra's First Haircut
Finishing up those last little bits.

 

Ezra's First Haircut
Ezra transformed into a young little man.

 

Ezra's First Haircut
Here’s the same picture in color.

 

The birth of Ezra

The birth of our second son all started with a little castor oil. With the suggestion of her midwife and with a burning desire to see our second son as soon as possible, Sarah mixed some castor oil into some chocolate milk and hoped for the best.

When you want a baby to be here

It was a desperate moment to kickstart her contractions. Facebook pleas from women who had tried this method before her cried out, “Oh no! NO! Don’t do it!”

But it worked. The contractions started out subtlety. But just a few hours later and we were rapidly running out the door, with Sarah having strong contractions only a couple minutes apart. We were in such a rush I even forgot my coat. After swerving Chicago’s pothole filled roads to the hospital we made it to our destination at about 12:30 AM. The midwife arrived soon after us and told us that we would be having this baby very soon.

After rushing to set up the tools and equipment needed for the delivery, Sarah’s water was broken. Ten minutes, a handful of contractions, three pushes, and a few moans later Ezra Yuuto Seaman entered healthily into this world. (For those who don’t know, my wife is one strong woman. And I’m a proud husband.)

The birth process is amazing. For those who haven’t experienced or witnessed it, it might sound gross or super intense. And it kind of is those things. But, it also is truly awesome – it is a miracle.

I will spare you the “family only” pictures from the birth, but here are some of my favorite pictures from the delivery and the hours following:

The birth of baby Ezra
Ezra fresh from the womb. Sarah’s midwife happy to show Ezra off!
Ezra on Mommy's chest
Soon after Ezra was born they put him on mommy’s chest to cuddle.
Ezra's first moments of life
Within a few minutes of Ezra being born they put him under the warmer to clean him up a bit, and take footprints.
Ezra's first moments of life
Ezra adjusting to the warmth and the bright light.
Footprints
Footprints are taken and put on cards for us to keep.
Ezra's first minutes of life
Sometimes Ezra looks like a grumpy tortoise, and it soon turned into a nickname for him when he makes this face.
Ezra's first minutes of life
Sticking his tongue out.
Family shot
It all happened so fast, I think both of us were a bit stunned that Ezra had arrived so quickly.
Linda, Sarah, and Ezra
Linda, Sarah’s midwife, is awesome. She also delivered Micah.
Getting Measured
After a while we travel up a floor to the nursery, where he get reweighed, measured, and gets his first bath. They also perform a number of tests to make sure he checks out alright.
Baby Ezra
Ezra hanging out in the warmer, getting ready for his first bath.
Baby Ezra
Ezra getting scrubbed down in his first bath.
Fauxhawk Ezra
Ezra’s first new hairstyle.
Daddy and Ezra
Daddy and Ezra hanging out.
Daddy and Ezra
Daddy and Ezra bonding.
Ezra Yuuto Seaman
Hanging out with mommy.
Mommy and Ezra
Cuddling with mommy.
Mommy and Ezra
Ezra reacts to mommy’s kiss.
Mommy and Ezra
Mommy and Ezra cuddling. (I think this is SO sweet!)
Ezra Yuuto Seaman
With hat on.
Ezra Yuuto Seaman
Without hat.
Ezra Yuuto Seaman
Finally laying down to rest after a busy couple of hours.
Ezra Yuuto Seaman
Is that a smile?
Ezra Yuuto Seaman
Laying on daddy’s bed for various poses.
Ezra Yuuto Seaman
Playing coy.
Ezra Yuuto Seaman
Waving his arms around.
Ezra Yuuto Seaman
What a cutie!
Ezra Yuuto Seaman
Relaxed.
Ezra in his carseat
In the carseat and ready to go home!
Ezra in his carseat
Ezra’s last moments in the hospital. Ready for our adventure into the world.

 

Sunday Stepback: Prepping for Child #2

About a month after Sarah and I moved into the city of Chicago we experienced an unexpected life change. Sarah got pregnant again.

This was not planned. This was not anticipated (although I had suspected it for a couple weeks before Sarah officially found out). And now I have spent the last 7 months trying to wrap my head around the reality that we are going to have another baby. Our days of being able to sleep through the night are coming quickly to a close. We have been very blessed by the fact that our first son, Micah, almost always sleeps 12 hours straight without waking up at night. We constantly try to remind ourselves how much of a blessing this is and we try not to take it for granted.

When we found out it was almost humorous. We had given so much of Micah’s old clothes away because we were sure we were not going to have another baby for quite a while. When we moved into our neighborhood we noticed that nearly every woman was pushing a double stroller, or if it happened to be a single stroller she was pushing it while being very pregnant. Because of this, I told Sarah that her pregnancy must have been due to something that is in the water where we live.

We’re having another boy, which in many respects is a great thing. For one, Micah will have a brother very close to him in age, only 18 months apart. Hopefully, they’ll become great friends. Two, we’ll be able to use a lot of Micah’s old clothes and things for the new baby. Three, we know what a boy is like already, so at least we’re working from something familiar.

But there are major differences between prepping for your first child and prepping for your second child. With Sarah’s first pregnancy everyone was so incredibly excited for us. Sarah had multiple baby showers. Everything we needed for Micah was given to us by friends, relatives, and our church family. Even the expensive items, like Micah’s bed, carseat, and stroller. We had so many baby outfits, we barely ever had to do laundry for the kid.

Child number two — not the same story. Instead of statements of congratulations, Sarah has received comments like, “You’re pregnant, again?” We’ve received gifts for this baby from only one person. (Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t EXPECT people to get us gifts for the second baby, it’s just interesting to note how everyone seems to treat it so differently that the first pregnancy).

But before I am too critical of other people, I probably should point the finger back at ourselves. My wife’s and my feelings and reactions have been so mixed with this pregnancy. Of course, a part of us is so incredibly grateful that we are healthy and have the ability to create healthy babies. It’s an amazing miracle. It really is. And knowing so many people who have stories where they either struggle to get pregnant or suffer through miscarriages, we realize the blessing it is to be able to have children like we are. So we are thankful. At the same time, this is terrifying. It’s hard enough keeping up with the one kid that we have. He’s a non-stop ball of energy. What’s that going to look like when we have the responsibility of taking care of another baby at the same time? At the same time my wife and I wonder how we can even afford a second child. My wife is a nurse, and I am a stay-at-home dad. I barely bring in any kind of income. I recently started a web design company with a friend, but that is very minimally financially beneficial at the moment. Here in the States, maternity leave is kind of a bad situation. We’ve set it up so that she will get 50% of her paycheck for a total of six weeks. That’s just not going to cut it. When we moved into the city we took an apartment that was more expensive than we had planned with the thought that we wouldn’t have any major additional expenses coming up. Then we found out about the pregnancy. So now I have to be on the lookout for a job that can bring me some kind of money flow.

Carseat Shopping
Mommy and Micah picking out a new carseat in preparation for lil’ bother.

So here we are now, about a month and a half away from child number two (if everything goes as planned). Time to enter into our new stage of life: Seaman family, party of four.

Visit from a Friend

Micah’s friend Ryerson is moving soon to North Dakota, so his parents spent a day in the city while he hung out with us. It was so fun to see Micah and Ryerson play together. Apparently they enjoy hitting each other in the face, stealing each others toys, and playing a baby version of tag.

Here are a few pictures from the day:

Ryerson Visit

Ryerson Visit

Ryerson Visit

Ryerson Visit

Ryerson Visit

Ryerson Visit

Ryerson Visit

Ryerson Visit

Ryerson Visit

Ryerson Visit

Ryerson Visit

Ryerson Visit

Ryerson Visit

Black and White Project: Day Eleven

Distances.

It’s been a while, basically a month, since I last posted. I don’t really know why I have been labeling them in “days” when really they are just entries. But I still do plan to have a total of 30. I’ll get there eventually I suppose.

One of the reasons it has taken me a long time to post is because I recently moved into the city of Chicago. For the past four years I have lived in the northern suburbs of Chicago. People for some reason still called that living in Chicago, even though it can easily take an hour to an hour and a half to get into the city with medium traffic on the interstate. It would take an hour by Metra train. But that’s the key I think. People in the Chicagoland area assume that if you can hop on a train from where you’re at and it goes into the city proper you can say you live in Chicago. I mean, I told people that I lived in Chicago when asked. Not anyone from Chicago, though.

When I lived about a mile away from the city line of Indianapolis I used to feel really guilty when I told people I lived in Indianapolis. I didn’t live in Indianapolis, really. I lived in Greenwood. But no one knows where that is at unless they are familiar with the Indy area, so you tell them Indianapolis. I was like 10 miles from downtown Indy. Then I moved up to the north suburbs of Chicago, and it’s like 28 or so miles from the middle of downtown Chicago. But everyone said they lived in Chicago up where I was. I pretty quickly felt a lot less guilty for saying I lived in Indianapolis.

Distances are so strange. How we define what is far away and what is close seems to change depending on where you live. The mode of transportation really does help define what is close and what is far. When I lived in the north suburbs of Chicago, the closest store was a Dominick’s grocery store. It was 1.7 miles away from my apartment. That was really close for up there. The nearest Taco Bell was almost 3 miles away. Where I live now, however, 1.7 miles is actually pretty far away. That’s just because within a half a mile radius of where I live now there’s dozens of stores and restaurants. I walk everywhere I go now. 1.7 miles isn’t impossible to walk obviously, but it takes a while. And on hot summer days, you just don’t want to walk that far.

The other day there was a shooting 1.7 miles from where I live. In the city, that’s far away. That’s a totally different area from where I live. Different neighborhood, different demographics. If a shooting would have happened 1.7 miles away from us in the suburbs, people would be running for their lives. Protests. Neighborhood watches. Parents wondering if their kids could play outside anymore.

Anyway, Sarah and I are getting used to the city life. It’s been good. It’s so easy to get used to. Walking everywhere is wonderful. Not needing to drive nearly at all is incredible. Sarah takes the train to work everyday. Micah and I go to the plaza right outside my apartment and watch all the children run around, listen to the musicians, watch the clown. It’s great.

Here are just a few pictures. I haven’t been taking as many as I should now that we’re here. I starting to take more, though. Hopefully I’ll update more often.

IMGP3672_SnapseedMicah enjoys hanging out at the plaza watching all the kids run around and play.

IMGP3707_Snapseed Sarah and Micah enjoying the fireworks at the park near our apartment on the Fourth of July.

IMGP0277_SnapseedSarah and Micah walking through our new neighborhood, Lincoln Square.

IMGP0301_SnapseedMy new office, when I want to get some work done. A great local coffee shop.