Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Toddlerhood and Tuesdays

Y'all. My {bigger} baby is going to be two in an unbelievably short amount of time.

I'm not ready.

I love these days - even with their frequent need for discipline - but seeing her grow grow grow up makes me want to stick my pouchy lip out.

Last night she was singing her ABCs and Swing Low, Sweet Chariot. She also slept in her big-girl bed for the first time last night. She went to bed and stayed in bed like a trooper!

What a fast two years these have been! How strange that she has spent half of her life in this little house in Brandon.

It's true about first babies vs second. Hattie probably had 500 pictures taken of her by the time she was 5 weeks. Adele might have 50......and if we are blessed with more babies, they might only have 5 total.
And "sleep when the baby sleeps" totally doesn't happen when you have a toddler. 

Some friends of ours are going through a very sad time. I've prayed and cried for them because I've been there before.  My dad likes to say "You can't think and feel". Emotions aren't rational things, and that's okay. At the end of the day, God is still on his throne - and we can rejoice in that in spite of sadness.

In MS, we have Confederate Memorial day, and state workers get a holiday. This is one of my top ten reasons I like living here, maybe top twenty. Emery being home yesterday felt like we had an extra Saturday, and since we avoided all our Saturday chores and went to the Natural History Museum, this proved very beneficial.

Adele hit 10lbs last week! It always makes me so proud - as a nursing mama - to watch babies grow well. She's cooing and smiling more each day, and I fully expect her to roll over pretty soon. I've seen her come fairly close a few times already. :) Her skin color has been lightening up lately and she's looking more light she belongs to her pale parents, rather than islanders.
I love her fat cheeks. They are very kissable.

From the land of nap-time, one-handed blogging, may you have a happy and spit-up free Tuesday.
(because our latest jingle that Folgers won't want anything to do with is "The best part of waking up is spit-up on your shirt." except it really isn't....but when you have a three day streak, you've got to sing it and laugh and cringe a little.)

Thursday, April 25, 2013

It's humbling

This parenting thing. Very humbling.

Because sometimes your baby's spit-up runs right down your shirt.

Because I couldn't remember Adele's name last night when asked for a solid five seconds. (Name? She has a name?) least the person who asked was gracious enough to write it off to exhaustion - though I didn't actually feel tired.

Because sometimes Hattie attempts to drink from a much too large cup and ends up soaked, and the baby wails, and after mopping up all the water the baby spits-up down your shirt (again) before you can even get the wet clothes off Hattie.

But these moments of calamity usually just make me laugh - after all is resolved, of course - because, well, what's the point if we can't laugh about our thoroughly imperfect life?
Don't let your pride get in the way of being able to enjoy life.

A merry heart doeth good like medicine.

Friday, April 19, 2013

Time to Think

I've been wanting to blog a little for a while. But you know life, and especially life with a newborn and a toddler...I don't often have any hands free to type.
I wouldn't change it a bit though.

Hattie learned to sing most of the words to "You are my Sunshine" this week. It makes my face hurt from smiling. And when she says, "Baby Dele, She's precious." I'm a melted heart mama.

Adele is a growing little thing. I can't believe we've been able to hold her in our arms for almost a whole month. She's running out of room for her toes in her newborn sleepers. :)

I love how infants look so relaxed when they sleep. Their arms tell the story. Out and up near the head, yeah, that's Good sleeping.

Are Clif Bars a food group? They have been for me the over the last month, especially when I get convicted about my protein intake for the day (um, or caloric intake for the day).

My brother graduates law school next month. A law degree is the equivalent of having one's doctorate, but instead of getting to be Dr. Jon, he just gets to be Jon, esq.  Which is still thoroughly cool, and I'm extra proud of his accomplishments.
Both of my brothers are extra cool, I've always thought so. And watching them raise their children confirms it altogether.
{I've got some pretty cool brothers-in-law too.}

Friday, April 5, 2013

A baby

 Our sweet daughter was born last week. She has captivated our hearts.

7lbs 12oz. 20 1/4'' long

Adele Elizabeth.

Adele's was our first hospital birth experience. It seemed so surreal packing up and driving to the hospital in the middle of the night. None of the hospital people seemed to mind that I had to get through the contractions before I could resume answering their questions and whatnot. I appreciated that. 
We were admitted an hour and a half before Adele made her appearance. The Dr. didn't make it in time. She was born on the birthing ball (which wasn't what I'd intended....but once I started pushing she was out in 8 minutes, so I didn't have much time to think about positioning).

It was such a fast labor. So fast and so intense. 

Honestly, I didn't even realize Adele's head was out until I heard her cry. That seems absurd, but it's true.

Our nurse didn't realize at all how quickly things were progressing. All of the sudden, she's yelling for "Everyone to get in here, NOW!" But by the time a dozen or so folks came rushing in, there wasn't anything for them to do. Adele and I were settled in the bed getting to know each other. The Dr. did show up shortly after. He didn't seem to be offended at all that I'd delivered the baby without him, and I appreciated that too.

I'm so thankful to have our sweet girl here and healthy. So thankful to finally get to know the baby that's been wiggling around inside of me for many months past. I'm thankful for my family. My family of four. 

Hattie is a precious big sister. She hasn't quite grasped how to be gentle enough with Adele, but she is trying. She enjoys shaking her hand and giving her kisses and poking her face.

We've enjoyed having Emery's mother in town for the last three weeks. It's been a blessing to have an extra set of hands, especially since Adele's arrival. {It's also meant that we've had a guest in our office space...and one doesn't feel too much liberty to spend time blogging while in someone else's room.}

I'm off to kiss my baby's fat cheeks. Breathe in her baby smell. And tickle her double chin.