Friday, December 21, 2012
Monday, December 10, 2012
Me: Is she OK?
Me: Is she breathing?
Me: Is she beautiful?
Shawn: (sigh) Yes
Me: Does she know how much we love her?
Shawn: Yes, now go to sleep.
It feels so important that Eliza knows how much I love her at every minute of the day. I hope she can feel the love that is coming out of my every pore. I adore that little girl, everything about her, and I want her to know that. I think this must be genetic, or maybe a Mom thing because I recently found a Valentine's Day card my Mom sent me three or four years ago. The line "Please know how much we love you" was repeated four times.
Thank you, Mom. I now am beginning to understand how much you love me. But you can keep telling me anytime you want.
You are five months old! And you are getting more and more fun every single day! You can now roll over from your back to your belly! And now you LOVE being on your belly! So much has changed! You love Christmas Music! Momma has a strict no Christmas music before Thanksgiving rule, but when we found out how much you love it she had to change her rule.
You love standing on your feet! You are so close to sitting up. We put you in your Bumbo but are more interested in leaning over to eat it than sitting up and looking around!
Momma is working on helping you sleep and it's working! You are back to waking up once or twice a night (so much better than 3-4 times!) and napping is getting better. Momma added reading a book to our pre-nap routine and that seems to have made a huge difference. You will now nap for over an hour at least once a day rather than just 30 minutes at a time.
It's hard to get up in the middle of the night, but I secretly love it too. I love holding you close as you nurse and fall back asleep. I snuggle you a little tighter and kiss your sweet cheek before I put you back in your crib at night.
Daddy is your best comforter. If you don't want to eat it's Daddy you need in the middle of the night to help you sleep.
You smile at anyone who smiles at you. When we go someplace new or different wether it's a store or Grandma Harrell's house you love to look around to take it all in.
You love Scooter. And now that you are learning how to reach and grab you are more likely to reach out and grab for Scooter. You can reach and grab things on purpose now, not just accidentally or in passing. Momma loves to give you things to hold onto as we walk around the house, sometime's it's a clean diaper, sometimes it's a toy.
You love your cloth diaper burp rags. You love to hold them and grab them and pull them into your mouth. We play a game where we cover your face with the cloth and I say "Where's Eliza?!" and then we uncover your face and you giggle and smile when I say "There she is!" Now you are starting to move the cloth yourself and find me!
In the morning we sing "Oh what a beautiful morning!" and you always find my eyes and smile at me. And sometimes when you are sad I can sing that to you and you will smile at me.
Everything goes into your mouth now. You put Momma and Daddy's hands in your mouth, all of your toys, anything you can grab.
You are still happy and sweet, a content baby.
We love you so much! We love spending time with you, how sweet you are, watching you sleep. We love watching you learn and grow!
Monday, November 26, 2012
I'm missing people mostly. I miss my coworkers. I miss driving to work with Kathy, and having cake for birthdays. I miss Diane's weekend stories every Monday morning, and talking to Julie and Tamme. I miss asking Tori's opinion and having Caryn come in to my office. I miss talking to Angela about my clients. I miss being downtown. I miss going to City Creek and Gateway for lunch. I miss lunches at the COB with The Hawaiian Haystack Thursday gang. I miss Relief Society with Emily. I miss hanging out at Apricot with Laura. I miss window shopping. I miss putting on nice clothes and wearing heels every day. I miss knowing everything that's going on in the city. I miss the excitement of Outdoor Retailers.
I love Eliza and there is no part of me that would give her up to do any of those old things, even at 4:00 in the morning. But right now I'm wishing I lived closer to downtown so it was easier to capture those old things. I wish I could run away to Laura's for an evening of TV together. I wish I could do lunch with Cary and Kathy and Allison at City Creek. I miss my old friends and lately it's been harder to be so far away and in such a different spot in life.
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
But really, what I'm grateful for today are small tender mercies. Because my day has been filled with them. After not having slept I expected Eliza to be fussy all day long, but she wasn't. Right from the beginning of the day she was smiling and happy. She played with her toys so I could eat breakfast, she smiled and giggled at me. Then my lovely parents watched Eliza so I could nap for a couple of hours at their house. It is so nice to have someone I trust so completely with Eliza that I don't worry about her and can nap. When we got home I was eating a bowl of cereal with Eliza on my lap and she reached out and grabbed the bowl and the cereal went all over the table, my jeans, the dog, and the floor. And you know what I did? I laughed! I was so proud of her for reaching and grabbing and pulling and learning. And I'm so glad for that tender mercy of my attitude at the end of a long day and long night. Then at bathtime she started eating her toes and splashing and was just so happy again.
I was nervous about being a Momma, that I would be impatient and not understanding, especially with a little baby. I know that there are still years to come, I know that I will have impatient moments, but I'm so glad, relieved, and thankful that today, which I expected to be hard and impossible was filled with joy and fun and a beautiful, happy baby.
Saturday, November 10, 2012
Four months! I can't believe it! You rolled over this month. The first time it was an accident. Then we went to visit Grandma and Grandpa in Wyoming and we couldn't stop you from rolling over from your belly to your back. We tried to capture it on video, but every time you would roll before we could even get to our cameras. It's made tummy time more challenging because you just won't stay on your belly!
One night you didn't sleep at all unless Momma or Daddy was holding you. It was a hard night for all of us, but the next day you were your adorable self. Spending the day with you, watching you smile and giggle made the night worth it. That was the day you found your feet. That was also the first time you grabbed Momma's cereal bowl and tipped it over all over the table, the floor, Momma and Scooter! Momma was just so excited that you are learning new things, that you are reaching and grabbing that she laughed and laughed and let Scooter eat it all up.
You still love baths, and you love it most when Daddy bathes you. You started to splash in the bathtub this month. You love to be naked. You hate it when we get you dressed in the morning and put pjs on after a bath.
You love music. We also love the singer Adele. Whenever we put her on in the car you calm down and fall asleep.
We go to Grandma and Grandpa Harrell's house every Wednesday. Grandpa scares you a little bit, but you love being there, looking around at everything new.
We can't believe how much you are growing, how much more we love you every single day. You are a happy baby. You love to be held. You love to bat at the toys in your play pen and can now grab them and sometimes even pull one down!
Sleeping has been challenging this month, you've stopped being a good night time sleeper and now get up 3-4 times every night. Napping is still challenging, but we found a bottle you like!
I am typing this on my phone as you sleep in my arms. There is nothing quite like holding you in my arms as you sleep. Photographs cannot capture your sweet angelic face, or your breath in and out. They cannot capture your warmth and heaviness, or your occasional sigh. I think I could sit and hold you like this for hours. Each night as I put you to bed my heart fills and grows and I feel like my body won't be able to contain it. I didn't know love until I met your daddy, and then again, I didn't know love until you were placed in my arms. You and daddy have captured my heart and I gladly give you posession of it.
With all of my love,
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Oh my sweet girl, I can't believe that you are THREE MONTHS OLD! You are sweet and smiley and such a joy. My favorite time of day is when I get to come in and get you when you first wake up in the morning. You are just laying there waiting for me and when you see me you get this huge grin on your face. It melts my heart every time. Last weekend when Daddy was home and we heard you awake we had a race to the nursery to see which one of us got to get you up. You just looked back at us and smiled and giggled. We just started putting you in a swaddling blanket that velcroes your arms in because just this last month your arms started waking you up in the night. When we get you up in the morning and open up your swaddle blanket your arms go straight over your head and you stretch and stretch and make funny faces. When you've finished stretching you go back to grinning you sweet toothless grin and giggling at us. Your gummy smile is my favorite, but I can never quite capture it on film!
We've been working with you on taking a bottle this month, and you just refuse. You used to cry and cry when we put a bottle in your mouth, but now you just sit there and let us hold it in your mouth. You'll swallow eventually when enough milk drips in, but you refuse to suck on it. You just don't know what to make of that plastic thing in your mouth.
We're also working on naps. Just when I thinks I has nap time figured out you go and change your mind. For a few weeks you would nap in your swing in the bathroom while I showered. Then you would cry while I showered but would smile and fall asleep as soon as she got out of the shower. Then you weren't content until you were back in my arms. So, we'll keep working on nap time.
You still loves baths and bath time is probably your favorite time of day. You love it when Daddy comes home and as soon as he walks in you only have eyes for him. Even if you were starving hungry you'll stop nursing as soon as you hear Daddy's voice. You're starting to be more aware of Scooter and you want to reach out and touch him. Scooter is very patient with you, but still tries to get Momma or Daddy's attention when they are on the floor with you. You definitely follow sound with your eyes and your whole head, and you'll follow Daddy too with your eyes when he's walking around.
You are still a great nurser, wanting to eat every two hours for anywhere from 20 minutes to a full hour. You sleep so well at night usually only getting up once at night. For five nights in a row you slept for 12 hours without getting up at all. Momma and Daddy were grateful for the sleep, but I worried about you and still woke up at 4am and couldn't go back to sleep until I heard you on the monitor. (Apparently I wasn't worried enough to actually get out of bed and check on you.)
You found your hands this month and will bring them together. You also found your legs and when we change your diaper you always reach down and grab your legs. You haven't quite found your feet yet, but I'm sure it's coming any day! You hate tummy time with a passion and will scream until we pick you up.
We love you more and more every day baby girl!
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
My favorite room in the house is now the nursery. I find myself in there throughout the day, even when I'm not nursing Eliza. Here's a little tour. I don't have the best camera, photography skills, or photo editing software, so enjoy them for what they are.
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
What we've been up to recently:
- Experimenting with ways to get Eliza to A) nap and B) nap not in my arms after nursing. For about 10 days she loved napping in her swing in the bathroom while I showered. Then she would cry while I was in the shower, but fall asleep as soon as I got out. Now she will do neither. Sigh.
- Right now she is sleeping in her swing with the vacuum running next to her. At least my living room got vacuumed. For the first time I find myself wishing our house was carpeted instead of mostly wood floors on the main level. It doesn't take long enough to vacuum my 6'x4' rug.
- Bonus, vacuuming also drives Scooter nuts! It's kind of fun to watch him "attack" the vacuum.
- Thank goodness for white noise apps. I was just able to stop the real vacuum and turn on the vacuum sound on my iphone. I hope this lasts, mama needs a bit of a break!
- Lots of baking has happened around here. I tried some awesome browned butter cookies I found on Pinterest. I had wonderful plans to post about them, but that didn't happen. The browned butter icing was the best part. Seriously so good.
- We also made Cinnamon Rolls for General Conference Sunday. Yum! And I used it as an excuse to make browned butter icing again. Even better the second time.
- I baked Smitten Kitchen's Peach Pie with Creme Fraiche again this year.
- We grew Kale in our yard, so we tried Kale chips and some Kale soup. Neither was wonderful, so we'll be looking for new recipes.
- We went to the Home Show because we got free tickets and I was DESPERATE to get out of the house. And then decided we're not Home Show people. But it was nice to get dressed up (meaning makeup and earrings and an extra check of the clothes to make sure they didn't have spittup on them) and hold my husband's hand while walking around the Expo Center.
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
|Not my kitchen, but we do have a lovely bay window.|
Now, here I am in my own house, home all day and my windows stay covered. I wish I could uncover my windows and let the light in all day long. But I have a problem, a dog, who likes to bark. He barks at everyone who drives by or walks by or even thinks about our house. So if the windows were uncovered he would stand by them and bark. All. Day. Long. And so our windows stay covered and I sit in a dark house. Maybe one day I'll be brave, and open all the windows and just let the dog bark to his heart's content. Except when the baby is sleeping.
Monday, October 1, 2012
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Well, I had my own version of clumsy thumbsy this week. I was trying to text Shawn to tell him that I saw a bucking horse in a pasture. My husband loves horses and I knew he'd be excited about that. I was using the text to speech function on my phone, which is usually great. This is the result.
Attempt #1: I saw a bucking horse in a Pastor today. . .
grrr, pasture, not PASTOR! OK, we'll try field instead.
Attempt #2: I saw a King horse in field today. . .
Well, that doesn't make any sense at all!
Attempt #3: I saw a F***ing horse in a field today. . .
Attempt #4: F***ing, f***ing, f***ing!
(Yep, that's me trying to say bucking, bucking, bucking!)
I give up!
Saturday, September 29, 2012
Thursday, September 27, 2012
You are now two months old! You love to smile and will smile at anyone who smiles at you. I love it when I come in to pick you up in the mornings and you give me that big smile that says, "Hey, I know you!" You always smile at your Daddy when he comes home from work. You are a great sleeper and will usually sleep 6-7 hours at night, and even slept 9 hours Saturday night! I was a bit freaked out when I realized it was 7:45am and you had just barely started to make noises. But you don't like naps and do your best not to sleep during the day. You still love baths and being naked in general. You are starting to pay more attention to noises like Scooter's barking or music. You don't particularly like the car but will fall asleep if we turn the radio on. You will coo and giggle at your Daddy and I. You weigh 9lbs 13 oz and are 22 inches long. You have chubby little thighs that I love to kiss and cheeks I could gobble up. You love to grab my fingers when I'm feeding you, and you are still a good nurser, but have started to be more interested in what's going on around you during the daytime feedings. You love to be held on your belly, and you still suck on your fist like it's a piece of candy.
This was a big month for you. You spent your first night at the cabin and took your first trip to visit your Grandma and Grandpa Walker in Wyoming. We went to the Doctor and you got your first set of shots which may have been harder on your Momma than on you. You looked shocked and then cried, but fell asleep as soon as you were in your carseat and slept for several hours. You took it all in stride and just got a little fussy, but still were all smiles when Daddy came home.
You also had your first bottle, and your first trip to the babysitter, who was your Aunt Stacey. You also are sleeping all night in your own room now. I think those firsts were bigger for me than you! I am still tempted every night to sleep on the floor next to your crib, but I think we all sleep better now.
You have stolen my heart and keep it tight in your little fist. I learn from you every day and am thankful every day that you have come into our lives. I love you more than I ever thought possible.
Saturday, September 22, 2012
Things we now have in every room in the house: baby blankets, baby socks (they just fall off!), burp rags (multiples in every room, they're everywhere!), pacifiers (and she doesn't even like them!)
I do WAY more laundry than ever before, at least a load a day, and that's BEFORE cloth diapers! Wow, does this girl produce a ton of laundry!
Showers are optional, or at least it feels that way. It takes some serious juggling or scheduling to shower. At least I've figured out that Baby Girl will fall asleep in her swing when I shower, so now showering and nap time are combined.
I schedule everything in two hour increments, because that's how often she will need to either nap or eat. I ask myself: Can I get that done in two hours? Is it far enough away she'll fall asleep in the car so it can count as a nap? Is there a place where I can feed her?
We have a lot more quiet time around the house. Both when she is sleeping, and when she is awake we love to just sit and absorb the world.
My clothing choices revolve around easy access to be able to feed a baby. I don't miss work, but I do miss dressing up.
I feel a mighty sense of accomplishment every time I get her to nap for more than 20 minutes at a time.
My heart melts when she smiles at me first thing in the morning.
I do and say sill things just to get her to giggle.
I'm learning how to do a lot of stuff one handed.
I never knew how much joy I would find in having a baby!
Thursday, September 20, 2012
So, cloth diapering is going really well. We don't use them every day because we only have six currently, so it's usually a day or two between times we use them. But I did decide that my favorite are the Bum Genius Freetime diapers, so I made a bulk order for 14 more which will give me 20 total diapers, enough to last 2 days, so I can wash them every other day. I've been told 20 is a good place to start with cloth diapers, so we'll see how it works out. But we did run into a snag that we didn't anticipate with cloth diapers, what to do with the wipes. We've been using disposable wipes, and of course with disposable diapers you just put the wipe in the diaper when you fold it up and toss it, but with cloth diapers you don't do that. So, we tried just putting them in the garbage can. And we do have a garbage can with a lid, but after a few days the smell from the wipes can get pretty powerful. So, we made the decision to go ahead and try cloth wipes too. We'll always have some disposable diapers and wipes on hand, but I'm feeling very green with my cloth wipes and diapers. I've ordered the Cotton Babies cloth wipes as well as another brand, and a wipe warmer which apparently is important if you use cloth wipes. The wipe warmer comes with cloth wipes as well, so I'll get to figure out which cloth wipes I like if we ever need to order more.
The next snag we've run into is our diaper pail. We got a great diaper pail that my sister recommended. It really cuts the smell, but you don't have to use a specific brand of refills, just a regular trash bag will do. And with disposable diapers it fits about 30 diapers, so we only have to empty it twice a week. But with the cloth diapers it only fits 6 diapers! That's fine since that's how many we have right now, but once we go full time with the cloth, we're going to need a new solution. Fast! I'm dubious wether a regular garbage can will keep the diaper smell inside. I've read about wetbags that are made of fabric that you just toss in the wash with your cloth diapers, but I wonder how well they work at containing the smell too. Does anyone else have experience with cloth diapers, and if so what did you use that worked? My priorities are a container that will hold up to 20 cloth diapers AND will keep the smell contained. And if it was also cheap that would be nice too.
Final question, I want a nice wetbag that I can keep in the diaper bag for on the go diaper changes, but Shawn thinks just taking ziploc baggies will be just as effective and cheaper. Any thoughts?
Last week I was loading some laundry into the dryer and I had that old familiar nagging, something was missing, where was real life? And I thought as I usually do, this IS real life. And for the first time, I did feel it, this IS real life. I am satisfied and fulfilled in a way I never have been before. I love being a mother, and this is the best job I have ever had. This is real life!
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
I was in my senior year of college and still living at home in September 2001. I got up and started to get ready for school, but instead of turning on the radio as was my routine, I listened to a classical music CD. And then I got in my car and started pulling out of the driveway and the radio personalities were talking about planes and buildings and New York City and I couldn't figure it out. They were the type of radio show hosts who pull jokes on people so at first I thought it was a joke, but by the time I got to the end of the driveway I realized it was real, something had happened, but I couldn't figure out just what. My Dad rushed out of the house in his bathrobe telling me to turn on the radio and I could see that the TV was on in the house. I drove to school and remember just being confused, wondering what was going on. My first class was a religion class, and my teacher acted as if nothing had happened, which seemed wrong to me. If any class should discuss the events, should provide some sort of comfort or understanding, it should be a religion class, right? My friend Trisha and I walked to the Union next. She didn't have class and my yoga class had been cancelled, and I knew that there were televisions in the Union and we could watch the news. It seems strange to say now, but for me the moment I realized just how big and scary it was, was when they said on the news that they had closed Walt Disney World for the day. I had worked for Disney the summer before, so that was relatable for me, that made it huge.
What I'll tell Eliza is that after September 11th nothing seemed normal for months. Yes, our routines went back to normal, but the fear, the uncertainty lasted for months if not years. I'll tell her how we used to be able to go to the gate at the airport to wait for people coming home from trips, but how that changed, and how liquids and shoes at airports have changed. But I'll also tell her that our country came together after September 11th, that we felt unified, if only for a short while. I'll tell her about the Olympics in Salt Lake in February 2002, because that is all part of September 11th for me. How we watched the flag from the World Trade Center march into the Olympic stadium and we fell silent in memory not only of those who died but also of our lives before. I'll tell her how I marched into the stadium representing the USA during a rehearsal for the Opening Ceremonies and how my heart swelled with pride because after such a tragedy we were hosting the world.
But part of my memory of September 11, 2001 happened two days before, on September 9, 2001. I went to a fireside with President Gordon B. Hinckley where he told us to "embrace more fully the sunlight." Two days before the events of September 11th he told us that life was going to change, that things would feel dark, but that we needed to step out into the sunlight. And I remembered that as the world changed. Yes, things were scary. Yes, our enemies felt closer than ever before, but a Prophet had told me to have faith, that everything would be OK. And my faith is as much a part of September 11th for me as anything else. When things seem dark and scary or unbearable, I remember to embrace the sunshine, to look for the good, and to know that things will get better.
Sunday, September 9, 2012
|Our Stash! (Sorry for the phone picture)|
I have to say, cloth diapers are CUTE! They look so cute on a little baby bum, but at the same time, they do look pretty huge on our little tiny baby. They fit the way they are supposed to, but since I got one-size diapers that fold and snap smaller and will grow with our baby, they look pretty bulky on our baby girl. Now, why are disposable diapers so ugly looking? What newborn cares if they have Elmo or Winnie the Pooh on their diaper? Why not make diapers that appeal to the adults who change them? There are no characters on our cloth diapers, they're all just solid colors (but I did want to try a different diaper brand simply because they had this cute pattern with flowers, but they were too expensive to really justify it to Shawn).
When the diapers came I was most excited about the Flip diapers. I liked the idea of an outer cover and an insert, and I can pull out the insert and reuse the outer cover. (We got a deal with two outer covers and six inserts.) So, they were the first diapers I put on Eliza, and they really are easy. Of course her first diaper was messy, not just wet, and the mess got onto the outer cover, so I tossed the entire thing in the diaper pail. (Yep, the diaper pail works for cloth diapers too!) Next I tried the Bum Genius Freetime diaper. These diapers have the inserts semi-attached, so you don't pull them out when you change the diaper, but throw the entire thing in the pail. I was least excited about trying these diapers out, but after a couple of days, they are definitely the easiest to change, the most like a disposable diaper. The third type of diaper I tried was the Bum Genius 4.0. This was what I had read the most about, and what really sold me on trying cloth diapers. Like the Flip diapers they have a separate insert, but unlike the flip they inserts are put into a pocket in the outer cover, so you pull the insert out of the pocket to wash them, and you still have to wash the outer cover every time too.
Overall, after two days of using cloth (Friday and Sunday, since I have a limited supply I washed them on Saturday and used disposables) I have to say that the Bum Genius Freetime are my favorite. I like the ease of throwing the whole thing into the diaper pail and laundry. Pulling a wet insert out of the Flip Diaper or the Bum Geinus 4.0 isn't that bad, but pulling a messy diaper insert out is still a little gross. And the poop does have a habit of getting around the insert on the Flip Diaper and getting onto the cover, so if it's a poopy diaper I definitely have to change both the cover and the insert. But if it's just wet, I still like the idea of not having to put the whole diaper in the wash, and just changing the insert. The biggest thing I like better about disposables is the convenient yellow line printed on the diaper that turns blue when it's wet or messy. With cloth diapers you have to touch them to tell if they're wet.
I'll give them another few days to try out, but if I was ordering my supply tomorrow I'd go with the Freetime diapers. As it is, I want to try them out longer, see how they do with more messes, if I get blowouts or other diaper problems.
Do any readers have experience with cloth diapers? Do you have a kind you love? We're just working on the diapers right now, but I'm starting to research cloth wipes. And I want a couple of wetbags too (waterproof cloth bags you throw your diapers in but can also throw in the laundry) but Shawn is pretty determined we'll just use plastic bags. And since we're not doing this to be environmentally friendly, but just economical, it seems the most economical way to go about it. Advice?
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Sunday was a very special day. Sunday was your blessing day. You had so much family come to celebrate you and be a part of the day. You wore the same dress that your Momma wore when she was blessed, and both of your grandmas were on hand to help you get dressed and ready for the occasion. Your Daddy blessed you in our ward and then our family came over to our house for lunch and you slept right through it!
Daddy gave you a sweet blessing, baby girl. You started to get a little fussy, but Daddy always knows how to make you happy, and you fell asleep and slept the rest of the meeting. You were so beautiful in your white dress with your big white bow in your hair and white socks on your feet. You've always been Eliza to me, but part of me felt that it wasn't officially your name until you received your blessing. Now it feels permanent, you feel permanent. You aren't going anywhere baby girl, we are a family. I love you more every day.
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Monday, August 27, 2012
Sunday, August 26, 2012
Saturday, August 25, 2012
Friday, August 17, 2012
You are one month old! I can remember life a month ago, a year ago, before you were here, before you were part of our family, but at the same time I can't imagine a time that I didn't know you. Holding you in my arms right after you were born wasn't like meeting you for the first time, it was more like seeing a good friend again after a long time. Did we know each other before we came to this earth? Did you know that I was going to be your Momma? I can't imagine life without you!
You are a wonderful sleeper, only getting up once at night and letting Momma and Daddy sleep five or six hours at night. You have to have your arms free when you sleep, you love your hands right by your face. You love bath time, and never cry when we bathe you, but instead just look peaceful, like you are taking everything in. You love being naked. You love going outside and going for walks with me in the mornings. You'll immediately calm down if we take you outside. You don't like your carseat. You love your Daddy and if you are crying you calm down when he picks you up, he's magic. You have dark hair and we wonder where it came from. It curls when we wash it, but then goes wild and sticks straight up when it dries. You have long finger and LONG feet. You have skinny arms and legs but chubby cheeks that get chubbier every day, and a big Buda belly. Your eyes are an amazing dark blue. You love to just absorb the world looking around you or at whomever is holding you. You are starting to smile and watch people, especially Momma's lips when she is talking. Sometimes you even copy what Momma does with her mouth.
We love you more than we ever imagined was possible.
Thursday, August 2, 2012
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
Friday, July 6, 2012
1) The carseat has been installed (for 2 weeks!)
2) I finished the pregnancy book I bought the week I found out I was expecting.
3) I finished the most dreaded task on my to do list
4) I ran out of all of the pre-natal vitamin samples my sister-in-law, the midwife, gave me.
5) The Nursery is ready and waiting.
6) I am done with work (again, 2 weeks ago).
7) My Mom is done with working in the Temple for the summer (she didn't want the baby to come before she finished at the Temple so she could come and stay with us for the first few days.)
8) Shawn's papers are all written.
9) The closets have been organized.
10) The cradle Shawn's parents made for us has been delivered and is sitting in our bedroom waiting.
See Baby? It's time for you to come! Well, I'm off to my OB's office for a Non-Stress Test. We're scheduled for an induction on Tuesday if she doesn't make her own appearance into this world before that.
Thursday, July 5, 2012
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
|The photo in question. . .|
So, back before I was married I was pretty private online. My pictures were marked so that only friends could see them. I only had adult friends who I knew in person and who didn't feel the need to post my photos on their walls. Then I got married, to a person who has a facebook account who doesn't really use it. And then I started to get friend requests from his friends and family members whom I didn't necessarily know. But I accepted them because they were now my friends and family, even if I had never met them. Strange how marriage changes your definition of friends and family. And when it came time to post pictures of our wedding online, I knew that there were friends and family of Shawn who would want to see them, so I marked "friends of friends" on the privacy of those albums so that Shawn's friends I didn't know would be able to see them. And it's actually been nice to read those comments too. And I was fine with it, until this morning.
Now, I know my cute niece didn't mean anything by taking my photo and sharing it on her facebook wall. She just thought it was cute. Our dog is in it too, and she LOVES our dog. But I feel strangely protective of it. You can't see my face, but it is a shot of my belly afterall! And what happens once the baby comes? I want to be protective of images of our child, but at the same time, I want to share it with those who are important to Shawn and I. But I don't want THEM to have the ability to continue to share that image. And so far looking into it, the only way to protect that image is to mark it as "friends only" can see it. Which eliminates some of Shawn's friends and family who aren't my friends.
And when you start thinking of privacy online I naturally have to think about this blog too. How much am I going to share on this blog about my child? Will I show pictures of her? And while I don't like the idea of making this blog private, I also don't like the idea of strangers having access to pictures of my child. I like this as a place to share things, thoughts about how my life is changing as I become a mother and wife, stories about motherhood and marriage and just life. But now I feel like I need to think of clear parameters, what is for public consumption and what is too private to share?
How about you? Those of you who are parents, how have you handled this debate? And even if you aren't parents, how do you decide what to share online?
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
If you are friends with me in real life you likely know that I left my job to be a stay at home mom. I do hope to write a post about that decision, it certainly wasn't one that was made quickly or lightly. I've been unemployed for just over a week, and part of me still feels like I'm just on vacation and will be returning to work soon. Part of me is kicking myself that I'm 3 days overdue and I could be working because really I feel great, and we need that money, and blah blah blah. But most of me knows that work was so hard at the end, just getting there every day had become a real accomplishment. It's hard to get out of bed early in the morning when you are exhausted all the time, and the hour long commute had become pure torture by the end.
So, here I am sitting around my house spending a lot of time reading one of my favorite books (it's 900+ pages, so it's taking a while) and catching up on facebook, and emailing friends from my office every day. If I get one thing done from my to do list every day I feel like I've accomplished something. I get tired very easily and have to sit down a lot.
I go to bed every night wondering if tonight is the night, if I'll be woken up with contractions or my water breaking. And every time I do wake up in the middle of the night I lay there for a moment analyzing my body, trying to figure out what woke me up, contraction? The ever present need to go to the bathroom? A cramp? Just need to turn over? Every morning I wake up with a mixture of relief and disappointment. I know it's necessary, but I'm still a bit apprehensive about the whole labor and giving birth to a baby thing. And don't even get me started on the bringing home a baby and being responsible thing.
I was really REALLY hoping she would come in June. I really wanted a June baby, and even more I wanted her to be born on June 29, my Grandma Knudsen's birthday. No such luck. And now I equally want her to be born on July 4th so she comes and don't want her to be born on July 4th so she doesn't have a holiday for her birthday.
But, there is an end in sight. After tests and talking with my Dr. we've decided that if she doesn't come by July 10th I'll be induced. One week left. I still want her to come on her own, but at the same time am so relieved to know that there is a definite end date.
I've got lots of great posts in mind, and maybe with all this waiting for Baby Girl to come I'll actually get to them. Is it nesting if it's getting my blog in order?
Monday, June 11, 2012
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Diana Wiseman is my childhood best friend's mom. I'm sure that in the summer months I spent more time at her house than my own. Diana was always kind to me, but not afraid to discipline me when I needed it or send me home when I'd overstayed my welcome. Diana taught me the importance of suncreen which she liberally slathered all over her girls all summer long, and posture. I remember being 14 and staying with the Wiseman family for a week and having dinner. I sat up my tallest with my best posture knowing that Diana would tell her girls to sit up straight. At the end of the meal she complimented my on my posture and I think it was the best compliment I ever got from her!
Lary Ann Bateman was my second mom growing up. She is my Mother's best friend and she lived just down the street from us. LaryAnn gave me my first babysitting job, and probably fired me from it too. She would let me sit on her lap and drive her car down our dead end street. She taught me how to make Quesidillas and about Ebelskeevers. She makes the best home made rootbeer and carmel popcorn. She is the first person I know who has this ability to make everyone she comes in contact with feel like her best friend. All through school everyone I came in contact knew LarryAnn, and for good reason. She knows how to love unconditionally.
Stacey is my oldest sister. I remember being small, about 4 years old when my parents were going out for the night and my Mom put Stacey in charge. I cried and cried about wanting my Mommy when Stacey, who was only 12 or 13 said she would be my Mommy for the night, my other mommy. It worked and a few days later I cried and cried and when my Mom asked what was wrong I proclaimed "I want my Mommy!" Exasperated, she said "I'm right here!" and I said "NO! I want my STACEY MOMMY!" Stacey has always been the coolest person I know, the kind of person who you want to be in her group. Whatever she's doing seems to be the funnest, and she draws people to her. She has been another mother to me all of my life advising me on boys and surviving teenage hood and broken hearts. But what's truly remarkable is seeing my sister become a mom herself. She is the best Mom, with endless patience for her son, and endless joy. My niece said once that Stacey was her favorite Aunt now because Stacey was more fun, and I couldn't disagree. I'm so glad my kids will have Stacey as an Aunt.
David is my brother, my sibling closest to my age. I know it's a little nontraditional to list a man in a list of mothers, but my brother is an amazing single Dad. He lives in Alaska, so I don't get to see him often, but every time I do I am impressed by his ability to parent his girls. His oldest is the smartest kid I know, waxing on and on about geography at five years old. His youngest is as stubborn as can be, and to watch him patiently work with her, whether it's to convince her to wash her face or just listen to her talk, I think it's remarkable. He loves them fiercely for the independent people they are. I hope I can appreciate my children for who they are the way David appreciates his.
Mary Jo Harrell? I don't really know where to start here. My Mom has always been my example. I've been so lucky to be the youngest, and live at home the longest, so I have gotten to know my Mother as a woman and friend. I know her flaws, but also understand them, and that is so helpful to me as I become a Mom. My Mom taught me love for reading and learning. She went to college when I was a little girl, teaching me the importance of higher education, but when she saw that her family needed her more, she quit, teaching me that I (and my siblings) are the most important thing to her. Instead of being a failure for not finishing, she is an incredible example of sacrifice and putting the most important thing first. She always works hard and gets the project done. She is the best person to have on your team if you need something done. She is humble, always amazed when people ask her to do things or head up committees, not seeing her own power and strength. She is a true example of a Christian woman, always helping others. There is always room at her house whether it's for the homeless woman we found in the park, friends of her kids, or the autistic man in her ward, everyone is welcome. I've seen my Mother only eat half of her meal at a restaurant so she could give the other half to someone who needed it. She loves me and forgives me. There is no higher honor than to be known as her daughter.
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
What about you? What are your live without beauty products? I'm still looking for the perfect mascara. One that's not too goopy, but I don't have to put on several coats, but also comes off easily when I wash my face at night. Suggestions?
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Monday, May 28, 2012
. . . for a body that is healthy and strong enough to carry a baby.
. . . that it was easy for Shawn and I to get pregnant. We were so worried that it would be hard, and I'm so grateful it wasn't.
. . . that pregnancy is nine months long, giving me enough time to prepare mentally, physically and spiritually. (I have 4+ weeks to go, and while I'm prepared spiritually, and almost mentally, the physically part is still a work in progress!)
. . . for a husband who has supported me in every way, has lifted my spirits, taken care of me, loved me, and listened to my concerns both valid and irrational. In every ways I couldn't do this without him.
. . . for family and friends who have shared in our excitement and joy.
. . . for a generous friend and sister-in-law who have kept me in clothing during my pregnancy, even down to a maternity swim suit.
. . . for modern medicine that allows me to see my baby at 20 weeks and lets me listen to her heartbeat. That's my favorite part of every appointment, hearing her heartbeat calms any fears I may have.
. . . for a loving Heavenly Father who is trusting me with one of His children to raise on this earth. I may not have any idea yet what it means to be a mother, and I may not truly understand for years to come, but I am grateful to get the opportunity to find out.