Monday, August 22, 2011
Giving Myself Time
Here is the problem that I have. For the last ten weeks I have not gotten a full night's sleep. We are starting to get there, and Emmeline sleeping until about five-ish is doing wonders for my fatigue level, but still I can get pretty tired during the day. So, I start my day with less than a full night's sleep. I then add one extremely active and high energy toddler. Which then equals my crashing at nap time. Then, I get up at the end of nap time and once again have a very active, slightly more cranky toddler to take care of. Add picking up the house and fixing dinner and by Addison's 7:30 bedtime I'm ready to crash. BUT, my little perfect during the day Emmeline turns into a different little baby at about 7. She gets these crazy eyes and only wants to be held and suck on a pacifier until 10. At 10 I feed her, put her down and then literally crash into my bed...to start it all over again the next day.
So, if you were paying attention you might have noticed that my "personal time" during the day is the one hour that I lay down to nap, and right now a nap is my priority. It is becoming less and less of a priority and I'm looking forward to not needing a nap during the day, but for now I'm still giving myself that time to lay down and rest. Which means, I don't have any time to blog, that's right, zero, zilch. You might be wondering how exactly I'm blogging now. The answer is kind of sad, but it's simple. My sweet Emmeline got her first round of shots today and she is extra sleepy from them, so she is actually sleeping in her crib right now. It's amazing and I soooo look forward to when this is the norm and I have my evenings back. Soon, soon. :)
But, that's where I've been...giving myself time to adjust and slowly working back into a new normal. Hopefully I'll get those posts up soon. Thanks for hanging with me!! :)
Sunday, June 12, 2011
The Night Before
The night before you know you are going to have a baby is kind of weird. I mean, what do you do, how are you supposed to act, supposed to feel... I feel like I should be doing everything one last time, and yet my mind is in such a weird place that I don't feel like I can do anything.
With Addison I was completely oblivious to everything that was about to happen. I don't have that luxury this time. I know what is going to happen, I'm more aware of the risks and what could go wrong, I know how my life is going to change (at least I somewhat know), and I know that tomorrow could be long and tiresome and most definitely painful. I also know that that pain won't matter for too long, as I get to meet my beautiful baby girl. So tonight, instead of concentrating on all of that, with the exception of getting to meet my baby girl tomorrow, I am thinking of all of the amazing ways God has brought me through this pregnancy. I am thinking about how I know God is faithful and will be faithful for the next twenty-four hours as I labor and deliver. And, I am thinking about how God is bigger than all of my reservations, all of my worries, and all of the adjustments that are going to come to our family of three.
As I mentioned, God has been so faithful throughout this pregnancy to bring me through whatever the doctors have found, whatever the doctors have said, and whatever fears I have had. This song is one that I feel He has played for me not over and over, but only in moments when I needed to hear it.
Safe - Phil Wickham
To the one whose dreams have fallen all apart
And all your left with is a tired and broken heart
I can tell by your eyes you think you're on your own
But you're not alone
Have you heard of the one who can calm the raging seas
Give sight to the blind, pull the lame up to their feet
With a love so strong it never lets you go
No you're not alone.
You will be safe in His arms, you will be safe in His arms
The hands that hold the world, are holding your heart
This is the promise He made, He will be with you always
When everything is falling apart, you will be safe in His arms.
Did you know that the voice that brings the dead to life
Is the very same voice that calls you now to rise
So hear him now, He's calling you home. You will never be alone.
You will be safe in His arms, you will be safe in His arms
The hands that hold the world, are holding your heart
This is the promise He made, He will be with you always
When everything is falling apart, you will be safe in His arms.
Cause these are the hands that built the mountains, the hands that calm the sea
These are the arms that hold the lame, and they are holding you and me
These are the hands that heal the leper, pull the lame up to their feet
These are the arms that were nailed to the cross to break our chains and set us free.
You will be safe in His arms, you will be safe in His arms
The hands that hold the world, are holding your heart
This is the promise He made, He will be with you always
When everything is falling apart, you will be safe in His arms.
You will be safe
You will be safe
When everything is falling apart, you will be safe in His arms.
The first time I heard this song was shortly after all the doctors and nurses seemed to be thinking that this was not a viable pregnancy. My heart was truly feeling "tired and broken," and God was reminding me that I was not alone. That He was holding me, and that I was safe in His arms, regardless of what happened.
The next significant time I heard this song was when the doctors thought Emmeline's little heart would not be able to function properly outside of the womb. Woa! That seemed almost unbearable, and as I was driving away with this information I turned on my car, and the words, "the hands that hold the world, are holding your heart" came over the radio. Wow, what an amazing God. Suddenly, this song was just as much a promise to my little unborn daughter as it was to me. No matter how her heart was when she was born I knew God was holding it.
Then, finally, everything began to smooth out. She was growing strong and healthy, God healed her heart as far as the doctors could see and I heard the song again. This time I heard the promises that God had given me through this song, but more than that I heard the words, "Did you know that the voice that brings the dead to life, is the very same voice that calls you now to rise," and I was almost overcome with the thought that, no my little girls do not know this. They do not know God's promises, they do not know of all the things He is capable of. And not just that they don't know this, but that it is my responsibility to teach them this. And more than anything in the world I want them to know this God and serve this God that I know and serve.
So as I go into tomorrow, that is what I am going to be concentrating on, the promises God has given me through His Word, the ways He has been faithful to see me through this pregnancy, and how amazing and awesome the privilege of being a mother is.
And now I am ready...can't wait to meet this precious baby girl that God has entrusted into my arms for a time. Praise the Lord for miracles!! Thank you for your prayers!! I'll update as soon as I get my head back on straight...no telling when that will be. :)
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Nesting
What has hit me lately, though is my overwhelming desire to spend as much time as possible with Miss Addison. And this creates an interesting dynamic when mixed with all of the things that I'm trying to get done plus my severe lack of energy. But, I suddenly feel like I need to spend every second possible with her before both of our worlds are forever changed and it is no longer just she and I. I have been very blessed in the last week with some very sweet moments with her, at the park, and running through sprinklers, discovering ABC's, and learning to count to three. Running errands, picking out a new pair of sunglasses, silly faces, playing animals a million times, learning new songs, laughing as we play pretend, picking out cookies, cuddling, blowing bubbles, and coloring. I am so thankful that we have had these moments together recently. I know we will still have special memories together after Emmeline arrives, but these first almost two years with Addison will be cherished memories as I was learning how to do this mom thing, and getting to spend most every day with just the two of us.
Hmmm....this is not at all what this post started out to be...I guess I will try to write the post I was intending to write tomorrow. I guess for some reason I needed to write this one too. :)
38 Weeks
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Salon Time

Saturday, May 14, 2011
THIRTY SIX!
Goodness, look at that belly. Although the best part of this picture is the little girl in the corner that is amazed by mommy's "big tummy." :)
How far Along: 36 weeks
Size of Baby: 6lbs. 18 1/2 in. (website estimate)
So much for...

How Far Along: 34 weeks
Maternity Clothes: yes, all the time. I even splurged and bought two pairs of maternity pajamas as I had become so uncomfortable in any pajamas that I already owned.
Movement: Crazy moving little girl! She "rolls" my stomach all over the place. She has made all of the ultrasound techs and nurses trying to get a picture, or a heart beat laugh in frustration over her activity. I do have to say though, that when we went in to see the pediatric cardiologist she was the most still she has ever been, except when he needed to see a different angle, then she would roll right into the picture he needed. He even said she was the most cooperative baby he had ever had...what?! Such a huge God thing, that I'm sure seems so little to most people, but trust me having spent the last 34 weeks with this girl I know it was huge!! :)
Food Cravings: lime ice cream bars
Food Aversions: not anything I can think of
What I Miss: sleeping through the night
Sleep: see above...can not get comfortable! :/
Symptoms: not many
Best Moment This Week: Brad and I spent an entire weekend by ourselves. My parents kept Addison and he and I just hung out, ate out, relaxed, and even bought a car...haha. Great mini baby-moon weekend. :)
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Around the World...or at Least Texas
Our first stop was Dallas on Friday night. We got into town in time to make it to the last few innings of Ben's teams baseball game. It was so hot, but Addison had so much fun running around and playing. She was the dirtiest little girl by the team we left the baseball field and went to the Cheesecake Factory (yum!!). I've never been to the Cheesecake Factory when we have all been so hot and sweaty, but I'm glad that that didn't make us change our dinner destination, because it was soooo good! Ben and Jen were such great hosts and even babysat Addison for us on Saturday afternoon/evening while Brad and I went to his buddies wedding. Addison had so much fun that she actually woke up on Sunday morning at 6a.m. saying, "Ben, ben, ben". Haha, she loves her Uncle Ben, and Aunt Jen, too! :)
Checking out the field with Uncle Ben.
Brad with all of his buddies at the wedding.
On our way out of town on Sunday we stopped and had breakfast with Katie (my college roommate) and her husband Jarrod, and got to see their new beautiful home. It was sooo good to see her and get to catch up, and Addison loved the blueberry pancake balls that she served and getting to run around their house.
The best picture of the two of them actually looking at the camera.
High five! 
Before we left Austin, we met one of Brad's college roommates, Robert, for lunch. Addison immediately took to him, calling him "Robbie," and wanting him to hold her. We ate some yummy Freebirds burritos and got to catch up for just a bit. Then, it was back in the car for the drive to San Antonio.
Addison loving being in the swing.
I added up the hours, and we spent a grand total of eighteen hours traveling in the car. Needless to say, between the hours in the car, sleeping in a pack-n-play, in three different houses, seeing an overload of people all wanting her attention, and late nights, Addison was a trooper! We were all very glad to finally make it home, and for my ankles to return to normal size!! But, we were also so glad we got to see so many people we loved in such a short amount of time. We truly are so blessed!!
Monday, April 25, 2011
The Big Three-O
Piggie-Tails
One and a Half





- Addison is our little parrot. She like to stand like us, sit like us, and say what we say. This usually just makes us laugh, but sometimes it makes us think, 'hmmm...don't think I want an eighteen month old doing/saying that.'
- Loves, loves her stuffed puppy. She loves on him, and tries to give him a snack, and share her water. She will even put him in her bed and cover him with her blankie so he can go night night. He is essentially the more texture friendly version of a baby doll for her. :)
- Loves to throw and kick balls.
- Wants to see the "choo choo" every time we go outside, and can recognize any train we see while we are driving.
- Talks to me all the time. We have conversation all day long...usually the same conversations over and over, haha.
- Says "hi" to nearly every person we see in the grocery store.
- Is extremely high energy and active.
- Would rather be outside ("side"), than anywhere else.
- Looooooooooooooves to swing!
- Gets very excited about going to church.
- Is very good at remembering people's names and somehow knows which people in her life are family and which are not...it kind of blows my mind seeing as how we don't get to see our brothers and sisters all that often.
- She remembers things that happened from weeks ago, ex: "Lesa, luch, chikn" - Alexe had brought chicken express to my mom's house for their lunch, a week ago. Ex. 2: As she looked through my dad's scrubs shirt pocket she said, "sushur? sushur?" Two weeks ago she had gone through my dad's pocket and pulled out a package that my dad told her was sutures. She was looking for those sutures again.
- Can identify the colors red and yellow and pink.
Pretty much, I think eighteen month olds are amazing. What Addison and all of her little friends are able to do at this stage just blows my mind. She is just learning so much and absorbing everything around her. She amazes us and makes us laugh daily. She is obedient, and tender hearted, opinionated, and silly. We are loving watching her little personality develop! What an incredible blessing she is!
Sunday, February 27, 2011
A Few Pictures
25 Weeks

Saturday, February 12, 2011
My Little Chef
Baby News

It appears as though I only wear striped shirts with gathers on the side. However, this is not the case and I will make sure to show this in my next baby update. :)
Ducks in a Row
Addison loves to help me clean up her toys and gets excited when she puts her toys in her toy box. Her favorite thing to do at Nana and Grandad's house, besides going "up, up" the stairs, is to empty a box set of books out of their box, and put them back in. To my amazement, the books are always facing the correct direction. (Side note: At one point Addison's Aunt Janelle saw her playing with this set of books that I had no idea where they even came from, and made the comment, "Oh, I loved that set of books when I was little." I was shocked as I had been the book reader in the family and questioned her love for these books that I couldn't even remember. Her response? "Well, I don't remember ever reading them, I just loved the orderliness of them. How they all fit so neatly into their box." I felt as if my sister had just given me an insight into my daughter's soul, hence why I say some of her orderliness must come from her Aunt Janelle.)
Addison's latest bit of order is at bath time. She has four rubber duckies, and she finds them and lines them up on the side of the tub. It makes me laugh every time. I guess she just likes to have all of her "ducks in a row." ;)


Bundled Up
Well, bundling up is a chore in and of itself. The first issue came with who should I start getting ready first? Myself or Addison. I decided to get myself ready first as I can tolerate mulitple layers and being slightly overheated longer than a 17 month old can. So, I get ready. No, I do not have appropriate snow clothes. Yes, I looked ridiculous. Yes, I thought about busting out the bread bags to cover shoes as my mom did with us when we were little. No, I did not rubber-band bread bags around mine or my daughter's feet, and made the decision at that moment that that should NEVER be necessary. Yes, I might have been wearing a Carhart jacket.
Now, on to my daughter. Two pairs of socks, inside fur lined boots. Tights, sweat pants, and wind pants layered. Onesie, shirt, sweatshirt, jacket. Hat on head, hood over hat. Hands shoved into mittens (that she HATES).
By this point I was lucky that she had not dissolved in a heap of fits and tears. After all, I just asked if she wanted to go outside. She had no idea her, "yeah, yeah" response would elicite such a horrific result. BUT, we're dressed. Phew! Deep breath. Yeah! Time to go outside.
Pick up little girl. Say, "Let's go outside and play in the snow." Half smile response from said little girl, who at this point is I'm sure very, very confused. Open the door, wind hits little girl in face, little girl wrinkles her brow and whines, mom thinks, 'oh it will be ok once she gets in the snow' (why would I think that would make things better?!). Put little girl down on sidewalk, show her how to walk in the snow, little girl takes one step, and doubles over at the waist making her mittened hands touch the snow - crying, crying crying. Mom picks up little girl, laughs at her own crazy idea that playing in the snow might be fun for a 17 month old and goes in to now strip down all the layers that we spent the last thirty minutes putting on. Haha. Oh well. Maybe next year...?
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Snow Day

Trying to just go ahead and put the lid on. The play-doh doesn't need to be all the way in, right? (Maybe this is a direct result of Addison watching mommy put her clothes into her drawers?)

YEAH! It fits.
Side note about Addison's hood: I put it on her head this morning while I was working in the kitchen to try and distract her for a minute. She bent over, looked at her reflection in the oven, said, "mi?" (her word for mirror). I told her to go look, she ran to my room, looked at her reflection, laughed and left it on for the next two hours, every now and then reaching up, touching it and saying, "ha" (hat). Haha, silly girl.
We sorted beans and erasers (yes, I was a teacher, I have random supplies on hand).

Lesson of the day: Get a little creative. Stalk some creative people's blogs. Have craft supplies on hand, and salt (which we didn't have, so that will have to wait for another day). And, include your little toddler in whatever you're doing. I wish I would have gotten a picture of Addison helping me make corn bread tonight. She had a blast, and all she did was dump the measuring cups into the bowls.
Baby Bump

Sunday, January 30, 2011
Since August
August was a blur and a whirlwind with a first birthday and a vacation to Colorado.
September started all things routine, like Bible study, MOPS, etc. (I went through an entire Bible study without ever blogging...unbelievable!) Plus, I started lacking energy big time towards the end of the month...started giving myself the quit being lazy speech...
October third, WE'RE PREGNANT. YEAH!!! And that's pretty much where October and November went. I was exhausted with Addison, but I don't think I knew what exhaustion was until I became pregnant with number two. Not only do you not get to take a nap from the time you get home from work until you go to bed at night, but you are chasing a toddler all day long. Plus, my hormone levels were a little off and so I had to take a hormone supplement that made me even more tired (and a little crazy - like I hated the feeling of makeup, didn't want my hair to touch my face, clothes with seams - SEAMS - forget it, and feet touching the floor without socks, no way!) I was simply in "survival" mode at the beginning of my pregnancy. I would literally lay Addison down for her nap and almost run (well, it would have been a run if I had the energy) back to my bed to sleep until she woke up again. Thankfully, I was not sick with this baby like I was with Addison, just a little nausea here and there but nothing unmanageable!
December...HOLIDAYS. Soooo much going on. All such wonderful stuff, cookie exchanges, craft days, dinners, and coffees, shopping, shopping, shopping, family, and more family, sick baby (twice), and so much fun! PHEW! Can I be honest, though? I'm always a little bit glad when it's all over and our lives return to normal!
January, pregnancy two starting to sink in. I know,you're probably thinking I've known since October and it's just now sinking in. But, because of a lot of stuff going on at the beginning I just wouldn't let myself completely believe it, until we found out we are having a little GIRL! Her last ultrasound looked perfect. She's a little mover, for sure, and measuring perfectly and organs working and just perfect. So we've picked a name (GASP! shocker, I know), bought her a few outfits (no she probably doesn't need anything more than what Addison already has, but she's a different little girl with a different little personality, so maybe she does need it ;)), and just received her bedding for her room. With this little girl her room is going to be done in reds, browns, and bright yellows. I am sooo excited about seeing it come together and just love her bedding! I am twenty-one weeks now and figure it's time to really start planning for this little one as she is already half-way here! AND, best part...I feel her move all the time and Brad felt her move for the first time last night. All so exciting. Addison has no clue yet what is going on, but we try to talk to her about it every now and then, so maybe it will help her understand a little better when we bring a new baby into our house. Luckily, she loves watching "babies," so if she is not upset by mommy holding another baby, hopefully she will love watching this new baby in her life!
I know you probably weren't looking to read a book tonight, but I felt like I needed to write all of that in order to document a few things and be able to go from there. Less words and more pictures coming soon. Tonight I just needed to get the ball rolling. :)



















