Thursday, January 31, 2008

Worrier or Warrior?

Every where I turn, I seem to be faced with a Bible story I've heard since I was a child. Perhaps, God is trying to tell me something. The story is one that is so widely known that people who aren't even Christians know by heart. It's the story of David and Goliath. My parents bought Braydon a "Bible Action figure" of David for Christmas (my nephew Noah received the "Noah" action figure.) *On a side note, my dad was very clear that it was NOT a doll, it was an action figure!* The action figure comes with a slingshot and a small cloth rock, and when you press the button, it tells the story of David and Goliath. Braydon just loves this toy and I hear the story all the time. Not only have I heard it this way, but almost everyday when I get into the car at different times of the day, I hear the song called "The Voice of Truth" by Casting Crowns. This song was also sung in our church this past Sunday. For those of you who may not be familiar with this song here are the lyrics:

"Oh what I would do to have
The kind of faith it takes
to climb out of this boat I'm in
Onto the crashing waves
To step out of my comfort zone
To the realm of the unknown where Jesus is
And He's holding out his hand

But the waves are calling out my name
and they laugh at me
Reminding me of all the times
I've tried before and failed
The waves they keep on telling me
Time and time again.
'Boy, you'll never win!' "You'll never win"

But the voice of truth tells me a different story
And the voice of truth says "Do not be afraid!"
And the voice of truth says "This is for My glory"
Out of all the voices calling out to me
I will choose to listen and believe the voice of truth

Oh what I would do to have
The kind of strength it takes
to stand before a giant
With just a Sling and a stone
Surrounded by the sound of a thousand warriors
Shaking in their armor
Wishing they'd have had the strength to stand

But the giant's calling out my name
and he laughs at me
Reminding me of all the times
I've tried before and failed
The giant keeps on telling me
Time and time again
"boy, you'll never win!"You'll never win"

But the stone was just the right size
To put the giant on the ground
And the waves they don't seem so high
From on top of them looking down
I will soar with the wings of eagles
When I stop and listen to the sound of Jesus
Singing over me

I will choose to listen and believe the voice of truth"

I found a devotional from a few years ago on Monday and when I opened up to a random page, guess what story it was about? You guessed, about David and Goliath. But for some reason, it was this that has allowed me to perhaps grasp something God is trying to tell me.

I'm normally a laid back, easy going person. I enjoy living life as it comes, and really am not much of a long-term planner. I mean I enjoy having an idea of where I'm going, but am totally content in knowing that I have a God that has a plan for my life. Knowing this often puts me at ease and helps me to trust God. He hasn't let me down thus far, so why not trust him?

My usual carefree attitude has quickly disappeared lately. I find myself in a state of constant worry about what's going to happen to our family. Where are we going to live, what is going to happen with Kenney's job, what if he loses his job, what will we do without health insurance if he does lose his job, what will we do if... or if this happens, how will we manage to survive? I shared this with Kenney last night, and he told me that the reason I probably am so worried is because for the first time in my "adult" life, I'm have no control in things. I have always worked and had a paycheck coming in. I have never had to let those responsibilities go to someone else. He made a good point, but it still felt like there was something else going on, but I just couldn't put my finger on it, until a few minutes ago.

I found myself singing the chorus to the "Voice of Truth" and felt like God was trying to ask me a question: Will I choose to worry about the incredibly huge giant ahead of me (the unknown future) or will I go straight towards that giant knowing that all I have in my hands is a small stone and a sling, but knowing that my God has already paved a path of victory for me? Will I be a worrier, stranded on the sidelines too affraid to move? Or will I be a warrior who is secure in knowing that the battle is not mine?

Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Confessions of a Sleep Deprived Mom

Here I am, honest as can be. Maybe this stuff makes me a bad mom, or maybe it just helps me remember that I'm human.

1. I realized I'd let my son go a week without a proper bath (wipe baths had been so much easier and take less time.)
2. I've given Braydon pound cake and called it "breakfast cake" which he promptly devoured b/c I was too tired to fix him a real breakfast.
3. I wore the same clothes for 2 days. ewww.
4. I've forgotten a load of laundry in the washer & then had to rewash it when I found it the next morning. Then had to rewash it the next b/c I had forgotten it again!
5. I secretly put Makenna as close to Kenney when she's crying in the middle of the night to see how long it will take him before he hears her cries (if he does at all!)
6. I've seen B drop food on the floor and then watched him pick it up and put it back in his mouth and didn't say anything.
7. I've fallen asleep on the toilet.
8. I sometimes consider just giving up on breastfeeding, and consider using that free can of Enfamil that was sent to me. Then I remember that I hid the can on purpose for this very reason, so even if I wanted, I can't remember where I put it.
9. I want a rum & coke so bad.
10. I get envious of Kenney because he gets to shower whenever he wants, go to the bathroom by himself, gets to sleep for long periods of time, gets to be clueless about what I really do on a daily basis, and can eat without shoveling the food down before one of the kids needs my attention.
11. I had to pray to keep from hurting my husband when he had the nerve to whine about having a cold.
12. Even though I'm sleep deprived, half-dressed most of the time, and about to lose my patience, I still am looking forward to having more children......


Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Planning a life

When you're single, you can technically up and move to wherever you want to go. You have no one really to think about. If you live 10,000 miles from your family, it's really you that will suffer. But once you're married and you have children, planning on where you live is no longer your decision. If you move far away from either set of grandparents, and not only will your parents miss out on seeing your children grow up first hand, but your own children will miss out on that interaction that is important.

I should mention that we could really use any and all prayers right now. Kenney's job has been laying people off left and right, asking salaried employees to take pay cuts, etc. Since Kenney was the last one to be hired in his department, he would be the first one to go probably. Plus since he has already been laid off once, it makes us very nervous. The one good thing is that because the whole company relies on Kenney & his boss to function, they probably won't be let go. With that being said, we're also in limbo as far housing goes. Our lease is up on this townhouse in the middle of March. We had originally agreed that we'd just stay here for another year, but after recovering from the shock of opening our utility bill, and having serious issues regarding maitanence of the townhouse, and also the safety of our family being questioned, we know that we need to relocate somewhere. So we're on a hunt to find a decent paying job that provides benefits (since he's the only one working now) and a decently priced place to live that is of good quality.

So where do you go? How do you balance the needs and desires of you and your husband versus the needs and desires of your family? How do you even know that what you think you want is really what you want? I guess this is where you have to lean not on our own understanding, and trust that God has a plan for me, for Kenney, and for our family. I just wish that life's decisions wouldn't be so stinkin' hard.

Saturday, January 26, 2008


This morning, at 4:45am, I woke up panicked because I couldn't remember when the last time I had fed Makenna was. I jumped up and Makenna was swinging in her swing, just as sound as can be. She woke up when I checked to make sure she was breathing, and then let her eat. As I sat there figuring out the last time I had fed her, I realized that it was at around 9 last night. THANK THE LORD I finally got some uninterrupted sleep. It reminds me that He did not turn his head from the rough few days I had, he was just waiting until the weekend.

On a side note, I pulled out a loaf of pound cake that I had received as a Christmas gift out of the freezer last night, and created the perfect "before bedtime" snack for me! here's a picture!

Thursday, January 24, 2008

Treasuring the "firsts"

These children that God gives us grow up far too quickly, don't you think? I mean one minute you're doing everything for them, and then the next they're helping you take care of their sibling! This time around I'm treasuring each and every "first" of Makenna's. (I'm not saying I didn't appreciate Braydon's as much, but I'm much more aware of how important these things are!) So in light of the fact that Makenna will be 4 weeks old on Saturday, here are a few new pictures of a few of her "first" things....

Makenna's first sponge bath at home!

Makenna's first pair of shoes!

Makenna's *almost* first dress....If i have time to blog later tonight, I've got a story about that!

Makenna's first REAL bath!!

The first time Makenna peed on Daddy!!


I have to admit, as I put Makenna's car seat into the cart at Harris Teeter I felt kind of awkward. I was here on a mission, and it seemed odd. I was down to only one child since I had dropped Braydon off at preschool. The morning had been so crazy and we rushed out of the house barely put together. Kenney's car had a flat tire, Makenna was fussy because she's got a cold, and Braydon was going slower than molasses! I had almost forgot to put shoes on, fortunately Braydon had noticed and reminded me. Sad, huh?!?

So, there I was in Harris Teeter about to take the plunge into a world foreign to me: the ORGANIC world! My sister had always been much more into this than I ever was. But now that Makenna is getting all of her nutrients from me, I'd come to the conclusion that I wanted to try to eat healthier. If Rachel and Andrea and many others can manage, why can't I? I tried to remember the words to avoid that Andrea had written in her blog. As I began picking things up and reading the ingredients lists, I soon realized almost everything has high fructose corn syrup in it. That was a little scary to think about (but I fondly remember how good it all tasted!!) I managed to find some organic wheat thin crackers and some chocolate chip cookies and put them in my cart.

Now on to the back of the store for the whole reason I came into the grocery store: to buy soy milk. I know it sounded gross, but I've got friends who love it and swear by it. So it couldn't hurt me to try it, could it? As I approached the milk section, I longingly passed the regular milk and went to the soy milk. For those of you who don't know, I've cut out dairy in my diet because it was upsetting Makenna's stomach and causing her to have really bad spit up issues. Since I've cut it out, her spit up is almost non-existent! (atleast my sacrifice is worth it!) So I looked at all the different kinds of soy milk and found myself feeling slightly uncomfortable. I didn't even have the first clue what I was looking for, besides a suitable substitute that would be able to be poured over my cereal that I missed so much! As I peaked around me to see if anyone was watching me (which of course they weren't) I was increasingly feeling out of my league. Omega 3 was good for you, I knew that much. One had that on the label. One was a chocolate milk. there were other types too. Then of course I could buy the store brand or the name brand one. The name brand one offered me a money back guarantee if I didn't like it, so I bought that one.

As I walked up to the check out counter, I have to admit I felt a little different. No longer was my cart full of chips or pop tarts. It felt like I was one of "those" moms: the ones that have it all together, that make homemade meals 3 times a day everyday of the year, who fed their kids everything they should and nothing that they shouldn't, who were at every soccer game, gymnastics competition, spelling bee, etc. But it didn't feel right, it felt like I was pretending.

The soy milk turned out to not be an acceptable alternative for me. I tried it with an open mind, but just could not get on board. But the good news is Braydon loves the organic wheat thins, and I haven't tried the cookies just yet. So far i'm 50-50 on this whole organic thing. I know that I won't go completely organic, but I have to admit my extra efforts to add in more fresh fruit and veggies has been successful. I need to be ok with who I am, and not pretend to be someone I'm not! I need to know that it won't be the end of the world if we eat high fructose corn syrup. Atleast it will be consumed in moderation, and I can try to balance it out by having those fresh veggies and fruits!

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

new definitions...

"just because"
"cookie cutters"

"relaxed fit jeans"

"sleeping beauty"


I'm always inundated with questions from Braydon. Often times, they're questions he already knows the answer to, or they have no answer at all, or they are simply "But why?" to whatever response I had just given to his previous question. If you have or have had a young child, you know exactly the questions I'm talking about.

This morning while riding in the car, Braydon begun his usual 10 million questions. Most of the time I attempt to answer his questions in a nice tone, trying to mask my growing desire for quiet, (or at least to be able to hear the radio!) but every now & then, my frustration gets the better of me. Today was not one of those days, thankfully. His first question was why the 'train store' wasn't open yet (he calls Books-A-Million the train store because they have a huge Thomas the Train table.) His next question was what kind of animals do cowboys have to protect themselves against? (He got most of that question from a previously answered question of "mama why do cowboys need guns? to which I responded "to protect themselves from animals") One of my favorite questions he asked this morning was "Why is the policeman going to the donut store?" I chuckled and told him that it was a place where some policemen like to go! (and people wonder where stereotypes come from?!?) His next question began like all of his previous questions. "Mommy, what key doesn't open any doors?" I figured he was asking about keys because I had just called a rental company about going to look at a place for rent and I had asked about getting a key to look at it. I responded as I do when I don't know an answer or simply don't feel up to answering yet another question, "I'm not sure, honey." Out of nowhere, Braydon yells, "A PIANO KEY, MAMA!!" and started laughing so loudly he woke Makenna up. It was a joke, Braydon had just told his first joke! I laughed so hard and called Kenney because it was too funny.

I have to admit though, the annoying task of answering "why" after "why" after "why", is nothing compared to some of his questions. These questions are serious questions, and I don't feel prepared to answer them. Most of them are of a spiritual nature, and a lot of times, they catch me off guard. These questions are not ones that I want to answer half-heartedly or try to ignore. The answers that I give are sowing seeds into his heart and I don't want to say the wrong thing! "where does God live" or "Why does God live in Heaven?" which often lead to deeper questions like "If God lives inside of me, what does he eat?" or "how can Jesus live in my heart and in Gigi's heart at the same time?" (For those of you who don't know, Gigi is a nickname for my nephew Noah.) I don't know how to answer these questions, but I feel compelled to answer him because I want to foster a relationship where he feels he can come to me and ask serious questions. There are no rule books on this, and I know that no one can give me the answers. This is what I find so difficult! I feel that I am very knowledgeable in regards to Christianity. I have my wonderful parents and Lima Christian School to thank for this! But these questions coming from my own child stump me and leave me grasping at straws!

It's in these moments that I am reminded of how little I really do know and how much time I need to spend asking God to help us raise our children and steer them in the right direction!

Sunday, January 20, 2008

Pictures (for lack of a better title!)

These are some random pictures from the weekend....On an unrelated note, I'd like to say that yesterday was a great day in the ACC...UNC lost to Maryland, and NC State won over Miami!!! What a great day! Go Pack!

her sweatsuit is just too cute!!

Braydon, aka Mr Incredible, paused to take a picture with his mommy & sissy

Our good friend Jennifer holding Makenna *she's got that look in her eye, watch out Nick!* =)

SNOW, a four letter word?

When we lived in NY, snow was definately one of those four letter words that ranks high up there with the "f" bomb, according to my dad. Bless his heart, he always had to shovel a path from our house to our cars, and he had the lovely task of uncovering our cars and starting them. And then he would come inside to finish getting dressed, and most mornings would end up stepping in melted snow and have to change socks. That's part of the reason they moved to NC.

The weathermen all predicted a storm of 2-4 inches, which virtually stops everything down here. They said it would hit around noon at first, which came and went, with only rain to show. Then they said 4PM, which also came and went with only rain to show. We had a VERY excited 3.5 year old running back and forth to the window to see if it was snowing yet. By 8 last night, my poor child was so disappointed that it had not snowed as predicted.

With his head dropped, he headed up the stairs to go get ready for bed, and my heart about broke. Don't tell us we're going to get 2-4 inches and then we don't get anything. He was heartbroken. But after Kenney had gotten him in his PJs, and almost ready for bed, he looked out the window, and THERE WAS SNOW! Well, we had to get him dressed and let him go outside. My dearest boy was so excited, and we were so thankful that God sent him snow (but only the kind that melts when it hits the ground!)

Trying to catch snowflakes, look at their faces!! (Perhaps Mom's students are rubbing off on her!)

Friday, January 18, 2008

wouldn't it be nice?

I'm not too materialistic, and I must admit I'm cheap. I love shopping at garage sales, consignment shops, etc. I liked shopping at Goodwill so much that I even got a job there for a little while. Plus, I have a hard time justifying purchases when we have debt that needs to be taken care of. And we still have our eyes on being home owners some day, som I know that we have to sacrafice in the short term to get a house. But every now and then I think "wouldn't it be nice to have some new things?" So, here's my wish list of things we'd like to get someday (not necessarily in this order though.)

1. A digital SLR camera, I'd like to get the Nikon D40
2. A flat pannel plasma TV (this is really Kenney's but ill include it)
3. A set of golf clubs (once again, Kenney)
4. A sewing machine

So, if there are any millionaires out there reading my blog, feel free to grant a wish. hahahaha!!
Despite what many young people believe, one vote really does matter. I know that my vote, although it’s just one single vote, will help decide what our country will be like when Braydon and Makenna are old enough to vote. I’m a young voter, and a female young voter at that. I know that Clinton, Obama, Huckabee (whose name cracks me up, but not nearly as much as the fact that he has Chuck Norris stumping with him!) McCain and Romney all are seeking to win my vote.

So what is important to me? What do I have in the back of my mind when thinking about who to vote for? Well, I’m quite glad that you asked!!! Health care is one of the most important issues to me. It is absolutely ridiculous that we pay drug reps. such insane amounts of money to legally sell drugs that cause all sorts of “side effects” but yet the guy around the corner gets jail time for selling pot. (not saying that I believe that he should be able to, I’m just saying that it’s a double standard!) It’s crazy how much money these pharmaceutical companies lavish on these doctors to get them to prescribe their drug. These companies have such amazing amount of resources, while the people of our country don’t even make enough money to purchase these expensive medicines or don’t have insurance to cover them. Our government pays for people to have child after child after child after child but yet the young families that are actually working hard make “too much” to qualify to receive medical insurance through the government. What is wrong with this picture? It is no wonder why people who are raised “in the system” just continue on with that and government-aided living is just a way of life that is passed from one generation to the next. Some of the children my mom teaches did not understand that my mom had to pay to go to the doctor. This concept was foreign to them. They’d always been able to just go to the doctor whenever they needed to, and often times went to the ER because they didn’t have to worry about paying.

Another issue that is important to me is of course our involvement in the “war on terror” as they call it. I have always believed in isolationism, despite what happened to the US when we strictly isolationists prior to the world wars. My opinion is screw everyone else, get our troops home and lets figure out what is wrong with US, not everyone else. On a second note, I’d like to point out that if they came into the United States trying to “free” us from democracy, I’d fight like heck to keep them from doing so just as the “insurgents” are doing over there. Also, if our soldiers were here in our own country, we could begin to fix the problems of immigration. Instead of protecting the borders in Iraq, would we not be better protecting them here? (I’d also like to briefly point out that I’m not necessarily saying that I’m against immigration, I’m clearly undecided because I know that illegal immigrants do so many jobs for such little pay and we’d fall apart if it weren’t for them...)

I’m quite puzzled by some of the key “front runners” stance when it comes to taxes though, especially the democrats. I am a registered democrat, and a fan of Hillary Clinton, don’t get me wrong, but I don’t understand how the dems can say that the Bush administration should issue checks to help stimulate the economy, but then all of their ideas would require tax increases. Doesn’t this seem odd to anyone besides me?

Anyway, that’s my few cents as far as politics go (for right now.) I’d love to get your feedback on this…

Thursday, January 17, 2008

"when I get big..."

Braydon has been on a kick lately where he asks me if he can do things "when I get big". They are usually random things, like "when I get big, can I get Makenna's gassies out?" or "when I get big, can I color with red on a super giant page?" or "when i get big, can I buy a whole box of zebra cakes?" it's fun to hear what he comes up with.

The best one by far was the other day, he asked me "Mommy, when I get big, can I drink coffee like my Papa?" I told him that if he wanted to when he got big he could. Then he asked me what coffee tasted like, and I told him it was something that you had to get used to. He said "Oh." and then paused. He thought about it for a minute and said "Kind of like my baby sister, mama?" I about died laughing...

Tuesday, January 15, 2008


I know it sounds silly, because it is silly, but I'm bummed. Kenney's not coming home for lunch today. I look forward to seeing him at lunch, even though it goes so quickly. It's my little pick-me-up that makes my day seem better. But, alas, my dear husband has to work through lunch today. It's going to be a long day for him since he went in at 7 AM. So as you're reading this, say a quick prayer for him that he'll stay awake! =)

Monday, January 14, 2008

Jeans & Fruit

I'm not feeling very creative today, thus the title of my blog is fruit and jeans, which is exactly what I'm going to write about. I ventured to Wal-mart to buy a pair of Jeans. I need something to wear besides the velour pants and sweatpants. I'm close to getting back into my pre-preggo jeans, meaning I can fit into them & zip them, but I have a profound "muffin top" and it tends to be very uncomfortable. And my maternity jeans literally fall off of me. One day I was walking down stairs holding Makenna and I didn't have a free hand to catch my pants, and they actually wound up near the ground by the time I reached the bottom step. Kenney was laughing so hard when he saw me, and told me to go get a new pair of jeans. If you've ever shopepd at Wal-Mart, their sizes tend to run small, which is already bad enough. Add into that the extra flab that housed my beautiful baby, and you just get down right depressing! I will not specify which size jeans I had to buy, but let's just say I left the fitting room almost in tears. But I just have to remember it took 10 months for my body to get like this, I can't expect it to just magically go back in 2 weeks.

As I was walking around, I had to buy some of the lavendar bedtime lotion, since we've had a rough couple of nights with Makenna. At this point, I'll try anything! I grabbed some other random things, and then I remembered I had a coupon for Dole fruit bowls that I'm obsessed with lately. They're the perfect snack, but they've got fruit in them! My favorite is the peaches in strawberry jello!! Yummmy! But as I filled my cart with them, I thought I should get some fresh fruit too. So I headed to the produce aisle. I got oranges, apples, & grapefruits! I can't wait to have my grapefruit for breakfast tomorrow, although I'm sure they won't be nearly as good as the one my Grandma sends!

On a side note, I stopped at Krispy Kreme donuts on the way home because I found a coupon for a free donut that expires tomorrow. Pretty ironic huh?! oh well, atleast I have jeans that fit!

Not too shabby for 2 weeks post-baby huh?!?

Saturday, January 12, 2008

feet....i shutter at the thought!

As most of you know, i have a severe issue with feet. Seriously. I don't like feet, not even my own. I don't like looking at them, and most certainly avoid touching them if at all possible. Even when I had Braydon, I had an issue with feet. I hated having to put socks on his feet. When Noah was born, Rachel & Michal used to kiss on Noah's feet just to gross me out, and it worked! Even in bed, I insist on having socks on, and HATE it when Kenney takes his socks off in bed.

But I've fallen in love with a pair of feet. Now don't get me wrong, it still does not change the fact that I hate feet in general. I do not kiss these feet or spend time rubbing them if I don't have to, but these feet that I look at when I dress my little girl, or just happen to see when she drops a sock....they take my breath away. Isn't it amazing how something soooo incredibly repulsive to me instantly becomes so precious when I remember what a gift they are? So here's to Makenna's feet, ones that will someday be used to spread the good news!! (and one of B's foot, just because he insisted I take a picture of his foot too!)

2 weeks!

I can't believe our little baby girl is already two weeks old! She now weighs 7 lbs 8.6 oz and is 20 1/2 inches long. It's been a blur, and it's gone by so fast! I know that before I think about, she'll be 2 months old. I want to remember each moment, each touch, each smell....

Here's our ladybug, in her ladybug outfit (how cool is that---i just happened to find it at the consignment shop!!) and big brother Braydon showering her with kisses below. He loves his sissy!!

Thursday, January 10, 2008

"mama said there'd be days like this..."

Ok, so for future reference, I'm no longer going to post about how happy I am. I'm quite sure it was because of that post that lead to my ROUGH rough day yesterday. The night before, Makenna wanted to nurse every hour on the hour again, which left me already sleepy in the morning. On top of this, she was horribly gassy all day long. Like with the pain cries the ones that you know that she's hurting. I felt helpless because no matter what I did, she was in pain. I didn't know if she's too young for the gas drops just yet, (which I'm going to ask about at her 2 week check up today!) and it was stressing me out.

On top of Makenna being so incredibly fussy, Braydon was driving me crazy. I hate to say this, but he just was. Maybe it was because Makenna was so upset, I dunno, but he seriously would not sit still, would not listen, and of course, did not take a nap. (I really can't blame him since Makenna was crying so loudly though...) So I had a tired, overactive 3.5 year old driving me nuts. I tried to bribe him with everything I knew, but nothing worked. And then I had a fussy, gassy, 11 day old baby that nothing I did would calm her down. And then I had a sleepy, stressed out mommy that all she wanted to do was to sleep and have two minutes of quiet.

On top of all of that, (can you see that I had a mountain of issues yesterday?) Kenney got all defensive when he got home saying he was just as tired as I was. I'm not sure where he got the idea that I was trying to have a "I'm way more tired than you are" contest. All I said was "I'm so tired." and all I wanted in return was "I'm sorry you had a rough day honey" or "It will get better". Instead, he just was really snappy with me & Braydon (who was still driving both of us mad!) Then all of the sudden once I finally got Makenna calmed down and back to nursing well, he wanted to be all cuddly. This of course lead to him being offended when I didn't want to be touched because I was exhausted, had been hung on to all day and I just didn't feel like hugging. Soooooooooo......I'm just praying that I learn to balance life's ups and downs without losing my mind.

On a side note, my new look to my blog is courtesy of my wonderful sister, Rachel. I don't know how to post a link to her page, but its the "american mum" page on the right hand side....Thanks Rach for your website help, as well as the help with my crazy household!!

Tuesday, January 8, 2008

Priorities being what they may...

As you may have noticed, my posts have become scare lately, but I do believe I have a small excuse, don't you?!? I've been super busy lately, adjusting to the concept of being a mother to two children. Although my time is spent usually caring for kiddos or sleeping, I've also had a lot of time to just think. Breastfeeding in the middle of the night is a perfect time to let my mind wander. No one is awake, it's just me and my sweet Makenna.

I am honestly so content right now. Despite the fact that I don't fit into anything (my pre-preggo clothes are still a bit too snug, and my pregnancy clothes look ridiculous on me now!), I can barely squeeze in a few minutes to go the bathroom without being interupted, and many other things, I truly am happy. I love my family, I love my husband, and I love my life. I marvel at the fact that I can be so content and happy while doing relatively "nothing" aside for caring for my family. It is such an amazing feeling to be this content.

On top of feeling overwhelmingly content with my life, I am so thankful. Thankful to have an amazing husband who works very hard to provide for our family. He rarely complains and I am so thankful to have him as a partner and a dear friend. I'm thankful for the chance to be at home with my children. Sure, we're making sacrafices in order to be able to do this, but it's well worth it!

Monday, January 7, 2008

MOOOOOO and what not....

My pretty girl!!
I just love it when he tries to love on her!! sooo sweet!

I've successfully breastfed my baby now for 10 days!! Yay! go me!! I've also managed to pump and store my first "my mommy's milk" bag. I invested in a really good pump (the Medela Pump in style) because I was determined to breastfeed this baby. It was worth the money I think. Anyways, Makenna has gained all of her weight back, and Friday we go back to the doctor to see how well she's doing. Based upon her feeding schedule, we shouldn't have a problem in that area. She was nursing almost every hour at night, but she's now moved to eating every 2-2.5 hours! I was proud of myself because today was the first day that I managed to feed her w/o use of either of my hands, which freed them up to work on a crossword puzzle! Not too bad for a newby at this breastfeeding thing huh?!?

Aside from enjoying my time with my kiddos, we've had a lot of company visit, which is just great! I LOVE showing off our little ladybug! Anyone who wants to visit is welcome, just give me a heads up!! =) Here's a picture of Uncle Larry & Aunt Erin visiting on Sunday afternoon.

And here's a short video of my handsome boy singing his version of Papa's lullaby to his sister! I love it! You might have to turn your volume up a lot because it's kinda hard to hear....

Friday, January 4, 2008

Makenna's Announcement

Wednesday, January 2, 2008

Heaven here on earth