Sunday, November 30, 2014

my angel.

The third bathroom interruption to my night's sleep fell around 4:30AM.

It was then followed by a bowl of Frosted Flakes - not something that usually accompanies my bathroom breaks. I sat on the love seat of my parent's living room in front of their lit Christmas tree, and I couldn't seem to leave. Moments later, my daddy joined me.

He told me a story of only a couple of weeks before he and my mom's wedding.
"Are you going to want a ring?" (There was no engagement ring.)
He laughed in recalling the memory. They agreed that they should probably order wedding bands, and my mom has worn a single plain gold band on her wedding finger since. On the Christmas following their 9th wedding anniversary, he gave her a diamond ring that I now have around my finger.

A lit tree in its otherwise dark, unlit surroundings is so mesmerizing.

As I'm sitting here in the early, quiet hours of the morning I'm hypnotized by the lights. Reflecting.

Just yesterday we were jamming to Christmas tunes and putting this tree up and decorating. It was chaos. Owen was insistent he string the garland, while Brooks grabbed bulb after bulb and chucked them across the room. "Ball," he'd say. Meanwhile, Owen is screaming for attention as he pulls out each ornament, "Who made this one? Look at this one! This one is broken. I can't reach high enough," while Colby scolded me as I climbed on a swivel chair to be sure the star tree-topper was secured. This was intermixed with a lot of orders being barked at both boys - "Be careful. No no. Wait for mommy or daddy's help for that. No throwing. No touching. Be patient." Little helpers are a lot of work.

I did get to hang my most favorite childhood ornament. I always positioned the angel in front of a light because I loved the way it glistened through the glass. In fact, I don't know that the angel has ever been so beautiful.

My momma is my angel.

I think that ornament may have to come home with me this year.

Sunday, November 23, 2014

my weekend in photos.

We woke our crew up super early to begin our travels back to KC after a family vacation to Disney World. I'll post a recap of our trip soon, but for the meantime, I'm sticking with our weekend. 

A family selfie on the plane!
We arrived home with enough time to make a home-cooked meal - chicken parmesan - something a fast-paced theme park vacation had me missing. And also really REALLY pooped. It was early to bed for all. 

There were a couple of dogs who we were happy to see. :)

Sunday was spent at home. In jammies. Putting up Christmas decorations, catching up on laundry, making Christmas lists, unpacking, and trying to organize ourselves for the upcoming week.

Photo Booth fun to break up our day.

We quickly learned that ornaments are far too tempting for our 1-year-old. The bottom half of our tree is now bare. 
Having a big brother is really special. I spent the day marveling at how grown Owen seems these days, and what an amazing big brother he is. 

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

my [last two] weekends in photos.

Last weekend, I went to Indiana.
This weekend, Indiana came to me.
Here are pictures of both:

We celebrated Thanksgiving a little early this year. Sweet little Lucy climbed on my lap, gave me a hug, and popped up quickly and said, "Whoah! What's wrong with your belly? Why is it so big??"

Brooks shared some sweet post-nap snuggles with Grandma.

We spent a lot of time in jammies this visit. And a LOT of time was spent coloring and writing with Owen.

I may have joined in.

This happened. Twice.

This one's personality is blossoming by the day. 

Then my sweet Hoosier friend of 22 years came to visit me! (and her hubby and little Adley)

We bundled up our babes, and took a stroll about the plaza.

It was just nice to be together with our families.

Homemade pizzas & football.

Some spillage on Adley's clothing, and I was able to save the day with some little GIRL jammies for her to finish out her evening. Because I have those. In my house. Isn't she so stinking cute?

Short work weeks, long busy weekends, with no end in sight. This holiday season is going to be a whirlwind!

Saturday, November 15, 2014

this pregnancy.

Let's take a minute to talk about this pregnancy. My third one in the last 5 years.

I'm, once again, relieved to report that I'm on the other end of pregnancy nausea, which historically (I can say "historically" when I'm on my third) proves to be the time that I'm ready to talk about it.

But I should also report that this version of pregnancy nausea is a completely different ballgame than I've played in previous pregnancies. (This detail played a large part in my early suspicions that this babe could very well be a girl.) It has been so much more manageable. If God meant this third child to be ours, I'm grateful he has shown a little bit of grace in the "morning" sickness department. Like, really really really really grateful.

I still have the slightest hint of nausea that makes an appearance from time to time, but my food aversions and bathroom trips seem to have mostly disappeared. Let me clarify: nausea-related bathroom trips. Because Lord knows the sleep interruptions to pee drive me absolutely batty, and they didn't spare me this time around, either.

My announcement to co-workers, friends, and even strangers, came early. When your tummy pops out - noticeably - at 9 weeks, it doesn't give you much of a choice. One of my co-workers even told me that she had wondered because she had noticed my belly the week before at 8 weeks. Shoot.

I'm sporting a real bump now. And I'm 24 weeks along.

And I'm entertained by movements in there that are gradually evolving from subtle to.. not. And about 4 weeks ago, I starting experiencing braxton hicks contractions.

And then there's that who shock factor (er, aside from peeing on a stick last 4th of July..): we're having a GIRL.

I had 3 pink crib sheets given to me that I laundered a few weeks ago. When I pulled the massive pile of pink from my dryer, I nearly had a panic attack. Colby and I liked to joke that "We're having a tomboy!" when announcing the gender.

And Owen reacted like this:

But to be honest, something changed inside of me the week we were to find out the gender. For as much as we both insisted it had better be a boy, we started in with the what-if's, and surprisingly both found ourselves wondering how a little girl would fit into our clan.

I'm no girly-girl, and I'm not sure I'll ever really come around to liking pinks and purples and princesses and glitter.. but I know there's a little girl that we all love and include in our family already - and we all can't wait to meet her... even if she does grow to love the color pink. (Hey, I have to cut the girl some slack for being a nicer pregnancy to her momma.)

Sunday, November 2, 2014

my weekend in photos.

This dynamic duo kicked of Halloween weekend as Batman and Robin.
This was about the only free second that I was able to snap a picture of Robin without tears.

Owen could not wait to get to the scary houses on the block. 

Owen autographed the photo of he and Lorenzo Cain from a couple of weeks ago and took to him today at Academy Sports. He also had a second copy of the photo that Lorenzo signed for him. Also, Cain told him he remembered him from Chik-fil-A! Really love those KC Royals.


While the boys were out exchanging autographs, I hung out with this ornery one.

This handsome boy finally got a long overdue grooming appointment in. 

Cozy coupin'.

I paid a visit to these cuties tonight. Love their sweet smiles and their sweet momma. 

We had a good weekend. But I'm not ready for Monday.